Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1)

by Cindy Lou Moldovan

  His gorgeous cock bobbed up toward his belly button. I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth. With one swift motion I pulled him in to the back of my throat. Jordan moaned above me as I started to move my mouth and tongue to pleasure him.

  “Damn, baby. Damn,” he said through clenched teeth. He held onto my head and guided my mouth over him, taking control of my movement.

  I pulled on his length, paying close attention to the dark purple tip of his cock. I inhaled the smell of his manhood, as the soft warm skin of his cock glided easily across my tongue. I pushed my face into the small patch of dark blond hair above his penis as I concentrated on his pleasure.

  Jordan’s head was thrown back, quick breaths puffing through his clenched teeth. I gently scraped my teeth along the length of his cock when he shattered and come apart in my mouth.

  “Fuckkkk! Ah.” His cum shot to the back of my throat. I gulped the warm salty fluid and swallowed. I released his cock which was still hard as Jordan pulled me up into a hug, backing us up to the bed. We both fell onto the soft mattress. His labored breathing returned to normal while we cuddled.

  Jordan recovered and sat up slowly in the bed. He pulled off the rest of our clothing and we settled in the middle of the king size bed. A few minutes later, he sat up and straddled me at my knees.

  “Well, well. My pretty lady has an insatiable appetite for my body,” he murmured as I squirmed beneath him.

  He leaned over to take one of my nipples into his mouth and rubbed the other between his fingers. His hot mouth slid over my skin as he paid homage to my body.

  I felt his erection between my legs, which excited me even more. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock.

  “Tell me what you want, babe,” he whispered at my ear as he placed light kisses along my neck.

  “I want you,” I gasped as he nipped my earlobe.

  “What would you like me to do?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Say it again, Zoe.”

  “I want you to fuck my pussy, Jordan.” I was frantic with need as I urged his body to capitulate with mine.

  “Is that pussy mine?” All movement stopped and my eyes opened to see him looking at me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  He sank his hard cock into my wet folds now drenched with need. Pushing mercilessly into me, Jordan’s cock went deep into my core leaving no question of his ownership of my body.

  I was aware that I was guarding my heart. I wasn’t ready to deal with the emotional aspect of our reunion, but the physical part was oh so sweet. I moved in union with him, striking a perfect cord of balance between passion and fulfillment.

  Jordan pulled one of my knees over his arm as he continued to push me to the edge.

  My pussy quivered just thinking of his masterful cock dominating me.

  Sensing that I was close to erupting, Jordan told me to touch myself.

  I reached between us and slid my finger over my clit. The hard little knob was swollen and seeking attention. My orgasm was quick and fierce as I come apart below him.

  Jordan followed moments later as he reached his climax. He rolled on his side and pulled me to his chest. Our limbs were sated, heavy and content in post-coital bliss.

  “Much better than I could have imagined.” Jordan seemed to be talking to himself as he mumbled those words above me.

  I smiled in agreement and listened to his heartbeat thunder in my ear as it returned to normal.

  “Now that I have totally depleted you of your energy, I think food would be a good thing right about now,” he said.

  I nodded my head in agreement but made no move to get up. With the mention of food my stomach growled causing both of us to laugh.

  A few minutes later Jordan got up and cleaned himself off in the bathroom. He came back to the bed and gently wiped me off with a warm wet cloth.

  “You have the prettiest pussy.”

  I blushed at his blatant appraisal of my anatomy and tried to close my legs but he would not let me.

  “Seeing my cum drip from it is fucking hot, babe.”

  “Oh my God. Jordan!” I yelped and covered my head with the pillow. His low husky laugh vibrated through the pillow as he smeared the liquid around my labia.

  “Are you through with the observation and inspection of my lady parts?” I peeked at him from under my cover.

  “I have not even started with the inspection but I will, soon.” He waggled his eyebrows and tickled me.

  I squealed with laughter. I tried to push off the bed but he would not let me up.

  “Now for some food.” Jordan consulted me about what I wanted to eat. We decided on sweet corn and lobster soup, grilled lobster tail and grilled asparagus with hollandaise sauce followed by molten chocolate lava cake. He entered our food and wine selection into the bedside tablet and hit send.

  “Come on. I ran us a bath.” Not missing a beat, Jordan picked me up and deposited me in the whirlpool tub that was bubbling with sudsy hot water. He got in behind me and pulled me between his legs.

  “This bath is delightful. Just what I needed.”

  He massaged my shoulders and neck.

  I sank further into the tub and he pulled me back up.

  “Now see, the selfish bastard in me would let you go diving in the tub and hold your head under until you suck me off again, but the right thing to do is save you from drowning.”

  I laughed at this light banter as he hugged me at my waist to keep me from sliding away from him. “Let me guess, somehow I owe you for saving me from drowning.”

  “Damn straight. And I will collect, baby.”

  Somehow I knew that he would. “Tell me, Jordan, why did you decide to move back now?”

  “Being away from you was killing me and Robert was trying to get serious with you.”

  “How would you know that he was getting serious?”

  “Honestly, there is not a lot that I don’t know about you, Zoe. But I do know that he was looking at engagement rings about a month ago.”

  I knew that Jordan never completely left my life and somehow I just accepted that he would gather information by any means possible. I tried not to think of what those means were, but I was curious and wanted to hear about it.

  “How did you get into my house and office? I mean, all the years of delivering gifts at both places and knowing my whereabouts?”

  “Please tell me it will not upset you if I tell you how I got my information.” His hands were running lazy circles on my body as I listened.

  “Well, since I know about your stalking and invasion of my privacy… OK. Promise.”

  “I hired a private investigator to keep me informed.” He took a deep breath. “I am not saying I’m proud that I had you followed now and then and I didn’t do it all the time, but, well, you are important to me and I had to make sure no one else was moving in on my girl.”

  “Robert and I dated for six months.”

  “I did not consider him much of a threat until he went to a jewelry store. Now the guy from the Houston Texans football team, I had to let him know to take a frigging hike.”

  I spun around to face him, sloshing water over the edge of the tub. “Jordan! You did not! I liked that guy,” I said, poking him in his chest with my finger.

  “Yes, well he was a little prick and had a reputation with women, and I mean not in a good way. There was no way I was going to let him get any closer to you than having dinner.”

  I shivered as I listened to Jordan talk about me. Was I an obsession? A possession? Did I really want to know? Was I OK with this information?

  “Forgive me for meddling in your personal life, but I could not let you go. I did not want to let you go or forget about you, Zoe. Of all the women I have ever known, none has made me feel the way you do. Not one.”

  I leaned back and relaxed in his arms as I mulled over his words and our conversation.

  Chapter
20

  We finally got out of the tub and slipped on white robes. Jordan went into the closet and came back with a beautiful cream colored lacey baby doll negligee with matching gown and mules.

  “What is this?” I held it at arms length admiring the sexy see through garment.

  “Just a little something I picked up,” he said.

  “Did you not have enough to do today?” I pulled him in for a kiss.

  “I did a little shopping,” he said as he took off my robe and helped me slip on the gown. It fit perfectly, hugging my breasts and barely covering my ass.

  “This is from an exclusive shop in Paris. Agent Provocateur. You went to Paris today?”

  “Didn’t say I got it today.” His eyes roamed over my body making me feel a little naughty. I spun around in a circle and did a curtsy.

  “A little too sure of yourself. Unless it was not meant for me?” I continued to tease him as I walked slowly around him.

  “I was hopeful is was for you. Everything I do has you in mind.”

  I stopped in front of him and ran my hands over my body pausing at my breasts.

  Jordan swung me up in his arms just as a knock sounded on the door announcing the arrival of dinner. He put me back down with a low growl in his throat.

  The delicious meal was served on a round table with a bouquet of beautiful yellow roses as the centerpiece. We ate and talked some more about our day and I could not help but tease Jordan with the flirty little gown.

  I retreated back to the bedroom and answered emails that were urgent.

  Jordan went to the office and was on the phone with his attorney.

  When he came back to the bedroom I crawled on the bed and looked over my shoulder.

  He shrugged out of the robe and pulled me toward him. With one swift motion, he hooked both my knees around his shoulders, lifted my bottom in his hands and buried his face between my legs.

  My body convulsed as he continued his assault on the point of my need.

  Closing on my clit, he licked and sucked the tight nub.

  My breathing heaved with anticipation. “Please. I can’t wait, I need…”

  Jordan rose above me and sank his engorged cock inside my tight passage. He went balls deep into me and I mewled with pleasure, welcoming his hard, warm body against mine. He moved above me slamming into my core again and again until I begged for release.

  “Now. Come now.”

  His commanding voice spun me into the vortex of sweet pleasure as my pussy clenched down on his cock. With heaving chests we clung to one another, gasping for air. I was spent even as Jordan cleaned me off and pulled me into his embrace. I fell asleep in his arms.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. A moment later a smile touched my lips as I recalled last night’s events and where I was. Jordan was talking on his phone as he placed a cup of coffee on the bedside table beside me. He was dressed in a light grey trim fit suit, white shirt and a dark blue tie. His brilliant blue eyes were deep in concentration.

  Jordan bent over me and kissed me lightly on the lips then went to the office area.

  I stretched and sat up slowly in the bed, taking note that I was deliciously sore all over.

  I moved to the table that was loaded with breakfast food and found that I was famished.

  Jordan joined me as we enjoyed eggs benedict and English muffins with butter and fresh fruit.

  Noting the time, I got up from the table and made a beeline for the shower.

  Jordan caught me around my waist and pulled me into his body for a hug.

  I hopped up onto his waist.

  He stumbled backward but caught me easily. His hungry eyes took in my breasts in the flimsy gown and moved lower to the apex of my thigh. Seeing my bareness with no underwear turned him on immensely as I felt his erection poking through his pants, but he was dressed and already conducting business, so I decided to stop taunting him and get on with my day.

  “Little minx. You won’t be teasing me later. I have a conference call to Houston in a few minutes and a meeting with James after that.” He kissed me on the tip of my nose and set me down.

  “Why, I wasn’t teasing at all. Just saying good morning.” I fluttered my eyelashes at him.

  He spanked me lightly on my ass.

  I giggled and jumped in the shower to get ready for my day. There was another smart outfit and shoes on the bed when I came back to the bedroom. Again I didn’t recognize the clothing, but looking at the tag I saw that it was a Betsey Johnson creation. I slipped into the grey and black dress that was fitted at the top and flared from the waist to just above my knees. The shoes were Salvatore Ferragamo black pumps with a bow on top. Chunky gold tone fashion jewelry completed the outfit that was chic and professional.

  “My woman beautiful.” Jordan slipped an arm around my waist and escorted me to the private elevator. “Erik, my driver, will take you to the first hospital meeting, and Andre will be there.”

  The door opened and I stepped in followed by his driver. Jordan winked at me as the elevator door closed. My heart gave that now familiar jolt.

  Andre was waiting in the hospital lobby when I arrived. He was on his phone with Veronica in the Houston office. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He acknowledged me by nodding his head. From the look on his face and tone of his voice, I could tell this was not a courtesy call to the office, so I paced in the lobby waiting for him to complete the call.

  “Zoe is with me now. I will update her on the situation with Luke,” he said, ending the call.

  “Good morning. We have about five minutes before our meeting with administration.” He picked up his briefcase and we made our way down the hall to the suite of offices where we were meeting.

  “There is a situation with Luke Hastings. He had an ER shift last night. I suggest we go to our meeting then we can discuss the issue?”

  I agreed and we stepped into the waiting room of the office where the receptionist announced our arrival.

  Three members of the hospital met us and the result was about the same as yesterday. I signed the contract. There were four hospitals in this group and the contract covered all four. The nurses would be busy and I looked forward to the increase of applicants in the coming weeks.

  Andre and I headed back to the new office, but did not discuss Luke due to privacy issues, so we looked at the interview info and meeting schedule for the afternoon.

  “Good morning, Miss Cain,” Bianca greeted us. We moved to the conference room where I asked her to give me a few minutes with Andre.

  She closed the door behind her and went back to nursing applicants that were taking computerized exams or doing last minute prep, getting their badge, welcome package, and asking last minute questions before starting to work for the agency on Monday.

  Andre began filling me in. “Luke Hastings worked ER in North Houston last night. Several nurses reported that he was acting strange and out of character for him so they reported it to the ER manager on duty. He was submitted to a drug test and tested positive for opioids. Incidentally, several patients that he cared for during his shift had orders for Demerol from the ER physician. He was relieved of his shift and sent home by taxi. The nursing supervisor notified Veronica this morning and requests a meeting with you Monday morning.”

  “Wow. OK. Did Veronica speak with Luke today?” I asked.

  “She called, but he didn’t answer. Probably sleeping, but she left a message and will try to reach him again.”

  “We will need to conduct our own investigation. Notify the state board and offer TPAPIN program to assist him in recovery from substance abuse. Until then, have Veronica clear his work schedule and ask him to report to the office at 8 a.m. Monday morning then ask the ER supervisor for a meeting at her office or mine at 10 a.m.”

  “Also, Angie Mata’s grandmother died last night. She has been ill for a few months. Angie requested a week off for bereave
ment. Veronica said she approved the time off and has already filled the shifts in ICU.”

  I saw that Andre was not done with his report a he consulted his computer, and I was making notes of my own.

  “Mr. Grant fired his private duty nurse. He said his nurse was too bossy and he’s requesting a male nurse this time. We do not have a private duty male nurse, so I posted an ad online and in the Houston Chronicle for a full-time male nurse.”

  “Good. In the meantime, call some of our male nurses that work in hospitals and ask if they can help out by filling in those shifts until we’re able to hire a full-time nurse for Mr. Grant. Call Veronica and ask her to notify Mr. Grant of our plan to fill in temp male nurses until we can fill the position with a full-time one.”

  He jumped into action with my instructions and I answered my most urgent emails.

  Bianca ordered lunch to be delivered to the conference room so we had a working lunch. She also updated me on the progress of the office and applicants, hospital needs for available shifts, and the growing need for our new DON.

  “I anticipate this office will be busy when the ad’s hit the Internet and newspaper,” I told Bianca. I wanted her to be ready for the onslaught of applicants and shifts that would be available.

  “We will be ready, Miss Caine. If for some reason it is more than we can handle, I will let you know.”

  “If you feel that more office help is needed to process applicants, answer phones or take hospital calls, you can hire another office assistant.”

  The afternoon was busy and productive. My last interview ended at four o’clock and I wrapped things up with Bianca and Andre. I knew whom I wanted to hire for the DON position, but I needed to take a couple days to look over their applications and my notes before my final decision. I finally had a minute to speak with Veronica myself.

  “I got your email about the hospitals. Six hospitals under contract should keep us all busy for quite a while,” Veronica said.

  “Very much so. I’m anticipating an influx in nursing applicants by next week. I may need you to come to San Francisco next week to help conduct interviews and process new nurses and whatever you think needs to be done.”