Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1)

by Cindy Lou Moldovan

  “Great.”

  “Hmm. Have plans for the weekend?” I asked.

  “Going to Monterrey with mom. My grandmother has not been feeling well for the past few weeks. It’s hard to convince her that she needs to see a doctor and I’m not sure what else is going on with her except for pain in her back.”

  “Sorry to hear about that. Keep me posted about sweet Gaga then. I hope it’s not too serious.” I had met some of Veronica’s extended family the first summer that Jordan and I broke up. They were friendly and accommodating, especially Gaga.

  “Me too. How are you and Jordan doing?”

  I got up to look outside and saw that the SUV was pulling up at the front of the building.

  “Delightful. Incredible. Delicious.”

  “Are we talking about Jordan or food?” She laughed.

  “Jordan is food.”

  “You’ve got it bad, girlfriend.” We giggled like teenagers. “Can’t say that I blame you. The man is smoking hot.”

  “I’m not sure what time I will be landing tomorrow…”

  “No rush to come into the office. It’s busy but I have plenty of help. You may want to take the afternoon off since I will be gone a few days next week.”

  I had no idea what Jordan has planned for us tonight or what time we’d be leaving tomorrow, but decided to start my long weekend off now.

  Jordan was waiting for me outside as I exited the office. He held the door open for me to enter and slid in beside me. I flopped beside him and he pulled me to his side as the vehicle pulled away. I gratefully drank from a bottle of water that Jordan handed me.

  “I missed you today,” Jordan whispered in my ear. I smiled and looked up at him. He brushed his lips against mine.

  “Hmm. Don’t have enough to keep you busy in your empire?”

  He tickled me and I yelped.

  “Did you accomplish all you needed to?” he asked.

  “And then some. The office will be very busy. A few of the Houston nurses said they would be interested in working here if I housed them since I may end up with way more available shifts than nurses, so I will think about that as well.”

  “Good.” He rubbed my shoulder with one hand while the other kept a possessive hold at my waist. Jordan got a phone call but kept holding onto me.

  A feeling of nostalgia came over me as I remembered our cuddling days, but I decided to build on new memories now and see where our rekindled romance would take us. Thus far, we engaged in easy flowing conversations and he can’t seem to keep his hands off me. No complaints there. I intertwined my fingers with his hand that was holding me. It felt great to have a close physical connection, but was it too early to think of the emotional?

  “I don’t mean to be presumptuous about tomorrow, and I should have asked if you need to get back to your office. If you do, I will hire a private jet to take you back to Houston. I have meetings until early afternoon.” He looked across at me.

  “I’ll take the day off so you can save your money for the private jet.” I smirked across at him. He grinned at me and shook his head.

  “This is a beautiful city. Plenty to do. You will have the vehicle, driver and a tour guide to take you wherever you wish to go.”

  “Goodie, cause I want to go to Alcatraz, but you can call off the tour guide.”

  “OK, no tour guide. That’s one of the movies we saw when you were in college.”

  “Yup. Clint Eastwood was awesome in that movie. Have you been?” I asked.

  “No, but I can’t wait to hear about it after your visit.”

  “I may even have lunch with Jeremy,” I said, as I scrolled to Jeremy’s contact information.

  “This Jeremy guy…”

  “Is a very good friend of mine,” I said with no hesitation.

  “His IT company is doing very well. He has an impressive portfolio and financial statements.”

  “Is there anyone in the business world you don’t know? Don’t try to buy him out, please. He’s a friend.”

  “Not at all. I already own an IT company in Silicon Valley.”

  “What a surprise. Not.” I laughed.

  Chapter 21

  Back at the hotel, Jordan’s staff was wrapping things up for the day in the lobby slash temporary office. He stopped to speak with his attorney, but continued to hold onto my hand.

  After a couple minutes we entered the suite.

  “Would you like to take a bath or a shower? We’re meeting with an investor and his wife for dinner. Would you do me the honor and accompany me?” he asked.

  “Certainly. Do I have something to wear?”

  “But of course.” He raised his brows at me.

  I shook my head as Jordan went to set the bath. I slid out of my clothes and yelped as he picked me up from behind and lay me on the bed.

  He splayed my legs open and buried his face in the apex of my thighs.

  My underwear dampened with desire as he rubbed his face in the fabric. I moaned and lifted my hips to his face.

  Jordan slipped the flimsy fabric from my body and licked my slit.

  I whimpered above him. My body trembled with need.

  “You like this, baby?” he asked, as I fisted my hands in his hair.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  He brought me quickly to orgasm.

  I lay replete on the bed with my eyes closed.

  Jordan chuckled then took off my shoes and bra. He carried me to the tub and I sank in the aromatic suds. Jordan slid in behind me. We stayed that way for a few minutes until he pushed me away and massaged my shoulders.

  “Come on. Let’s shower and get dressed. We’re meeting them at 8 p.m.,” Jordan said.

  I sipped on a glass of J Rochioli Chardonnay that Jordan handed me. The Nicole Miller red V-neck lace dress fit perfectly as did the four-inch ankle cuff Sam Edelman stilettos.

  Jordan ran his hand under the hem of my dress and over my ass.

  “The only thing that should be between this dress and your skin is my hand. Lose the underwear,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Jordan. I am so not going with my ass hanging out…” I yelped as he pinched my ass.

  “Either you take it off or I will. We are the only two that will know what you don’t have under the dress.”

  “Fine. But you are some kind of kinky.”

  He had the audacity to chuckle as I slipped off the offending underwear.

  “I will have fun fondling you. I may even cause you to orgasm right there at the table while our unsuspecting guests are with us.”

  “No, Jordan. I…you can’t…I…”

  “Well, well. You like the idea.” A corner of his lip turned up in a smile. “Come on, my beautiful Zoe.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked as I grasped his hand in mine and we walked to the elevator.

  “Saison. You will love it.”

  I texted Jeremy about lunch tomorrow and he said he would go with me to Alcatraz.

  “Jeremy will be able to go with me tomorrow. We will lunch on the pier after Alcatraz,” I said.

  “Is that so?” He cocked a brow at me.

  “Yes. It will be good to spend some time with him,” I replied.

  The food and ambiance of the restaurant was exquisite. Our guests were among the elites of San Francisco and the gentleman readily agrees to invest in Jordan’s business overseas. They discussed business as I entertained his wife. She was my age and her husband was 30 years her senior. He was doting on her, but her eyes were glued to Jordan.

  Despite her heavy glances toward him, Jordan managed to caress my legs and work his way to the apex of my thighs. I hurriedly excused myself to the ladies room.

  I stepped into the restroom when my phone beeped with a text that read: ‘Don’t wipe it all off. I want to smell you.’

  I blushed with the blatant sexual message from Jordan and stayed a few minutes longer than was necessary to calm my erratic breathing.


  We finally left around midnight and I was frazzled from Jordan’s hands on my private parts.

  He jumped me as soon as the door to the limo closed. “I have been hard for hours. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.” He hiked up my dress and slammed into me.

  The breath left my body for a moment as he fucked me.

  I tried to match his strokes, but he was merciless as his hips pushed into my slick pussy.

  “Fuck. Need to…” He didn’t finish his broken sentence as his body shuddered against mine.

  A few minutes later, Jordan pulled slowly away from me and grabbed some tissue to clean us off. He then pulled me into his arms and we reached the hotel in silence.

  After getting ready for the night, I lie in the bed, sated and relax.

  “Are you OK? Was it too rough?” he asked.

  “I’m fine. I loved it.”

  “Your body, it’s, um, I can’t stay away, needing you…”

  “Jordan. Come to bed. I loved every minute of if.”

  He slid into bed and we fell asleep.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  The next morning I got up early to work out in the private gym with Jordan. We showered, he made love to me, I showered again, then we went our separate ways.

  “You don’t need to go with us,” I told Erik, Jordan’s driver, as Jeremy and I walked toward the ferry that would take us to the small island.

  “I have strict orders, Miss Caine. Mr. Dawson also rented a private boat to take us. Faster that way. I am not to leave your side, ma’am,” he said without a crack of smile on his face.

  I was fuming, but did not want to yell on the phone with Jordan, so I decided to enjoy my time with my friend.

  “I would not trust another man with my woman either, Zoe. I am fine with the extra company. Come on,” Jeremy said and held my hand as I boarded the sleek speedboat.

  “My woman? Really, Jeremy?”

  “Um, hey, have you looked in the mirror lately, Zoe? You have really come into yourself. Successful and relaxed in your own skin.”

  Erik cleared his throat and gave Jeremy a cold stare.

  Despite Erik’s babysitting, we had a fabulous time and took in the history of the old prison.

  Back at the pier we had lobster and a beer then headed back to the hotel. I bid Jeremy goodbye.

  Jordan met Erik and me downstairs. He was holding the elevator door open. We stepped in and I squinted my eyes at him. Jordan looked at me sheepishly, then looked down at the floor.

  “Don’t do it again.”

  “I’m sorry. But I can’t promise that I won’t…”

  “It’s called trust.”

  “Understood. I will work on that.”

  “OK.”

  He pulled me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. I leaned into him and all was forgiven. Another step in the right direction for us.

  “One more meeting, then I will be ready to leave.”

  Jordan walked into the suite with me.

  Our luggage was packed and some clothes lay on the bed for me to wear. I sat in the living room and pulled my computer toward me and went through my email until it was time for us to head back to Houston.

  The SUV took us to the private airport, and pulled in front of the door where we check in and board Jordan’s company jet.

  About an hour after takeoff we were served a delicious seafood meal of clam chowder in a bread bowl and grilled California White Sea bass with roasted vegetables.

  “I won’t be able to fit in my clothes if you continue to feed me all my favorite foods at once,” I commented to Jordan as I dug into the hot creamy soup.

  “Like I said, I love to watch you eat. I ordered food from the Pier since we didn’t have time to eat out. I thought you would enjoy another meal of fresh seafood. Have some more wine.”

  I smirked at him, but he just grinned and refilled my wine glass with chilled Francis Coppola Chardonnay.

  “Now you’re trying to get me drunk?”

  “Let’s make this a memorable flight. I get you tipsy on wine, then you can have your wicked way with me.” His mischievous smile was in place, and I was imagining myself all over Jordan’s hot body.

  “Now that would hardly be fair taking advantage of you and all.”

  “But I insist.” He rose from his seat at the table and picked up the bottle of wine.

  “Well, in that case…”

  Jordan wasted no time and pulled me to the sleep cabin.

  “I have an insatiable appetite for your delectable body.” His hands slid over my shoulders and down my back, coming away with my dress and bra.

  I held his face in my hands, all the while nibbling and kissing his lips. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor then started on his pants.

  “Fuck. You don’t have any underwear on.” Jordan looked down at my naked form.

  “Less clothes for you to deal with.”

  “If I knew that, we would have skipped dinner altogether.”

  He sat on the bed. Naked. My eyes immediately went to his beautiful penis.

  I climbed onto his lap and took his cock inside me with one smooth motion.

  Jordan threw his head back and groaned.

  I lifted my hips, then slid back down on his steel hard cock.

  His hands held on to my waist, pushing me to go faster.

  My lips kissed a path from his neck down to his shoulder.

  Jordan’s wet mouth found my breast and latched onto a nipple. We were moving together in unison, each complimenting the other to bring pleasure to our now glistening body, as the sheen of sweat dampened our skin. Neither of us wanted to give over to the final pleasure that is inevitable in our climactic release.

  Jordan flipped me onto my back on the bed and continued to slam into me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders which deepened our connected bodies even more.

  I screamed Jordan’s name as I came with a jolt, my body shaking against his.

  Jordan moved above me a few more times, then emptied his essence of pleasure into me. He rolled to his side pulling me with him. Our bodies were still connected as our lungs filled with much needed oxygen.

  “God, babe. I can’t get enough of your body. It’s like a fine Cognac, smooth and exquisite. I could die a happy man now.” His hands moved slowly over my body.

  I chuckled at his analogy of my body and snuggled closer into his chest.

  After a few minutes, Jordan got up and cleaned us both off then pulled me back in his arms. “What are your plans for the weekend?” he asked.

  “Haven’t thought that far. But I took today off.”

  “Spend it with me.” He did that sexy whisper thing in my ear that made it hard for me to think of anything else but pleasing him. Did he know the effect he was already having on me?

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  “Great. Now take a nap. We still have a little over an hour before landing.”

  Sated, my eyes fluttered shut and I slept in the cozy cabin of the airplane.

  Jordan woke me up and as usual, already dressed. He’d changed from the business suit to faded jeans and T-shirt and wore brown Italian loafers. His casual look was stylish and sexy showing off his broad chest and narrow hips. Yummy.

  “I’ll leave these hanging behind the door for you.”

  “Again, those are not my clothes.”

  “They are now.” He hung the clothes on the hook and closed the door behind him as he exited to the main cabin.

  I got up and eyed the clothing. I had no idea where he got the clothes, but I didn’t question it. The Miss Me jeans fits perfectly as did the top and sandals that he chose.

  I will address the issue of all these mysterious clothing he magically produced for me to wear, but not now.

  Chapter 22

  Jordan had a car waiting for us when we landed and the driver gave him the keys to the impressive vehicle with its sleek elegant lines. I ar
ched my brows at him but he smirked at me and opened the door of the new red Jaguar convertible.

  “Admit it. You love boys with fast toys.” He patted my ass as I slid into the luxurious leather seat and secured my seat belt. Jordan got in and pushed the button to start the engine. It revved to life and we took off on Interstate 45.

  “What’s there not to love about this car? I would look really cool behind her wheels.”

  “Did you just call my car a she?”

  “Didn’t know it was a him.”

  “He thunders and roars like a beast, babe.”

  “Hm. Does he have a name?”

  “Dick.”

  I threw my head back and laughed at our ridiculous conversation and Jordan joined in.

  “Fuck me! I’m getting a ticket. This is so your fault,” Jordan said.

  Sure enough there were red and blue lights right behind the car. Jordan pulled over to the shoulder of the freeway. We sat there until the cop walked up to my side of the car due to traffic whizzing by on Jordan’s side.

  “What is your emergency, sir?”

  “Sorry, officer,” Jordan mumbled as he took out his license.

  “Zoe? Zoe Caine! Well, I’ll be damned.”

  I looked up to see Lee Drummond from high school smiling at me. “Hi, Lee. How are you? I didn’t know you were with HPD now.” I’d seen Lee at our 10-year high school reunion two years ago. He said he was with the Dallas police department then.

  “Yeah. I transferred back to Houston. My dad isn’t doing well and I moved back to help my sister out with him. Say, let’s have lunch sometime soon. Catch up and all.” He got out a pad and scribbled his phone number on it.

  “What the hell, buddy? I’m sitting right here beside her so you can see that she has a boyfriend, right?” Jordan growled at Lee with a no nonsense look on his face.

  “Look here, buddy! I can ticket your ass again like I did last week. This is a freeway not the Indie racetrack. You were going 85 in a 65 mile an hour zone.”

  “Wait. You ticketed him last week?” I looked at Jordan who was looking anywhere but at me now. Busted!

  “Oh, yes. He has all these fancy car’s driving around Houston like a speed demon.”

  “Can I go now? And by the way, no, she can’t have lunch with you.”