by Peggy Hunter
Jayne gasped when his mouth swooped and captured an erect nipple as his hands slid beneath her skirt and up her nylon-clad thighs. He groaned when his fingers met the barrier of the crotch of her pantyhose.
Time was of the essence, they both knew that, and David made no comment as he slid his hands up to her waist and pulled both her panties and pantyhose down. She lifted her hips as he yanked them from beneath her and pulled them off her legs.
She laughed when he pulled her nylons over her shoes. He made frantic movements in an effort to free her feet. Both shoes and nylons smacked against the bathroom door when he finally freed her.
Jayne sighed with relief when he finally moved back between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled her to him as his mouth covered hers.
She gasped when his fingers settled over her moist core. As his fingers parted the lips of her pussy and slid over the moist opening, she moaned, throwing her head back.
"Do you want my fingers inside you?” David asked as his lips grazed her throat.
"You know I do,” she whispered, arching her back in an effort to receive him.
"Sweet Jaynie,” he said softly. “How you make me crazy."
The words barely registered in her head before she felt her body open to his fingers. First one, then two and then—oh God!—three fingers, slipped inside her. Jayne's breath came in short gasps as his fingers slid in and out of her, setting a rhythm older than time.
Jayne's hands flew to his erection, slowly slipping over the smooth, hard shaft. When her fingers tightened over him, David moaned softly and pulled away from her. “Be careful, honey,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don't want to bite off more than you can chew."
Jayne peered up at him. She wiggled and pushed her thighs together, forcing his fingers out of her. “I wasn't thinking of biting at all,” she said. “But I'd love to taste you."
She pushed off the counter and slid to her knees in front of him. She cupped his penis in her hands and stared at it. It pulsed against her fingers, exuding its sheer power. A power she so wanted to possess again and again.
"Jaynie.” David's guttural voice made her gaze up at him. It was a warning and she knew it. She was playing with fire.
With her fingers wrapped around his girth, she rested her chin against the tip of his cock as she gazed up at him. “Yes?” She gave him her most innocent gaze. If he had a problem with what she wanted to do, he'd have to spell it out to her in no uncertain terms. “Is something wrong?"
David sighed, he eyes blazed. “No. Nothing's wrong,” he replied.
Jayne snickered softly as she turned her attention back to his cock. His body jerked when she touched her tongue to the tip. Encouraged, Jayne closed her lips over it, gently slipping over the base and sliding just over its head. Her lips gently massaged the tip of his cock, reveling at the soft layer of skin over his rock hardness.
David's fingers dug into her hair, pulling it away from her face as his fingers grazed her lips. “Jesus, Jaynie,” he said, his voice coming in raspy gasps, “don't tease. Take me in your mouth."
She needed no more encouragement. One hand fell away from his cock as the other gripped it tightly and slid down the shaft. Her mouth opened wide, taking in as much of him as she could. When her teeth grazed the sensitive skin as she pulled back, he moaned. Her mind swam. She'd never done this for any man before and yet instinct seemed to drive her forward. Her free hand opened over his balls, wrapping her fingers around each orb and massaging as her mouth and fingers continued to work his cock.
David's body jerked again; his body went rigid. Then his fingers curled in her hair and pulled. If she'd resisted, it would have hurt but instinct told her he couldn't take much more. In a final attempt, her tongue ran over his abdomen and then his chest as he pulled her up to him.
As he gazed down at her, he placed his hands on either side of her face. He looked like a man possessed, his nostrils flared, his mouth hung open to reveal gritted teeth, his eyes were a deep, reflecting cobalt.
Jayne's body reacted with sheer need. She wanted him to feed on her, to take what he wanted and leave her depleted. The hunger she felt was like nothing she'd ever known in her life. For the first time in her carefully planned life, she didn't care what scattering debris would be left for her to pick up after. For the first time, only the moment mattered. She didn't want to look beyond the need she felt for David right this minute.
"I wanted to please you,” David said as he picked her up and perched her on the counter. “I wanted to give you everything you need.” He pushed his legs between her thighs; his iron-hard cock pressing against her core. “But you got away on me."
Jaynie wiggled in an attempt to bring their connection closer together. “I wanted to taste you,” she said breathlessly.
"And I wanted to taste you,” David said. “But I'm too damn hot to wait now."
With that, he pulled her legs around his hips and bucked forward. Jaynie felt herself fall back against the mirror over the counter as his body thrust into her. Each inch he moved inside her was exquisite ... each centimeter made her gasp in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy. David's cock was surely bigger and harder than it had ever been before. Her body went weak when he filled her completely; her hands fell to her sides; she flung her head back. She felt as though his cock had sliced her body into two incredibly salacious pieces. It wasn't until he began to withdraw that she found the strength to grip his hips in an attempt to keep him in place.
David laughed softly; his chest vibrated against her erect nipples, as he overpowered her and pulled his molten-hot shaft out of her. Had it not been for his immediate return, this time harder, more demanding, she would have cried out.
He set a pace she'd have been unable to keep if it hadn't been for his fingers curling under her butt and pulling her forward when he thrust into her. With David doing the work, all Jayne had to do was enjoy the ride. Unfortunately, with each thrust her body grew more and more anxious. Her fingers curled into his shoulders as she leaned forward, accepting each and every blow his hips delivered. With every strike, his cock seemed to delve deeper, touching her deep in her soul.
When David pulled away slightly and closed his mouth over one nipple, Jayne knew she was lost. Every fiber of her being was centered on his cock inside her and the touch of his mouth suckling her. She felt what seemed like no more than a tingle rise from her butt and, as it centered in her stomach, it rose to monstrous proportions, fairly ripping her apart as she gasped for release. Her body shuddered as the need built.
David ripped his mouth from her breast. “You're coming,” he said knowingly.
Jayne gasped. “Yes,” she said. “I can't help it."
"Good,” David said through clenched teeth as his hips slammed against her again. “Give it to me, Jaynie. Give me all you've got."
He didn't have to ask twice. Jayne wanted to scream and quelled the urge by shoving a hand over her mouth as her body gave in to a tidal wave of sensations. Her mind spiraled when she felt David's last thrust against her. This time he held firm deep inside her as his body exploded. Jayne opened her eyes to see his head bent low, his body shuddering as the orgasm wracked his body.
As they both struggled to catch their breath, Jayne was acutely aware of one thing. The end was near.
As she gazed at David, she knew the love she felt in her heart could not be voiced. There was only one thing that mattered, only one thing he'd understand.
She jumped off the counter and reached for her clothes. As she pushed her arms into her blouse, she kept her gaze focused on the door. “Will you be there?"
When David didn't reply, she turned to look at him. He leaned against the counter, his eyes bright and, somehow, sad. “David?"
"There's something you need to know,” he said.
Jayne halted, her heart contracting at his words. She stared at him, unsure whether to ask him to tell her or get the heck out of the room. Before she'd made her decision, he began
to talk.
"I loved my grandfather very much once. I don't want you to think I dumped him for no good reason."
"I never thought that,” Jayne replied.
David smiled sadly. “Didn't you?"
Jayne tore her eyes from his face and concentrated on her fingers as they buttoned her blouse. “I've heard the rumors,” she said, “but I don't know what happened. Jacob never told me."
"Then I'll tell you,” David said. “You have the right to know the truth."
Jayne stepped into her skirt and zipped it up. She ran her fingers over the creases anxiously. “It's none of my business,” she said softly.
David moved forward and gripped her shoulders. Startled, she looked up at him. She saw raw pain in his eyes as he spoke. “It's very much your business,” he said. “You have every right to know."
Jayne took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She lifted her chin as she braced herself. “All right,” she said. “Tell me what happened."
David relaxed slightly. His hands fell away from her but his eyes never left her face. “My father was the apple of my grandfather's eye,” he began. “Jacob was never very fond of my mother but he was thrilled when their union produced a son."
Jayne leaned against the locked bathroom door as David continued. “My parents spoiled me. Jacob hated it. He always complained that they indulged me too much. For my eighteenth birthday, they gave me a Jaguar.” David shook his head slowly. “God, I loved that car. It never occurred to me that I hadn't earned it. My family was rich so I figured I had it coming. I was a selfish little shit."
When Jayne would have responded, David splayed his hands. “Just let me tell you everything,” he said. Jayne fell quiet and he continued, “The night after my eighteenth birthday, I went to a party and had way too much to drink. I knew I couldn't drive. I called my father and asked him to come pick me up. It was raining heavily and I guess my mother didn't want Dad to head out in the middle of the night alone. She went with him. As my parents came to get me, their car was hit head on by a tractor-trailer."
Jayne's hand flew to her chest as tears sprang to her eyes. “Oh, David."
He ignored her as he continued. “My mother was killed instantly but my father clung to life for a couple hours. It was too late when I got to the hospital. He was already dead."
Tears streamed down Jayne's cheeks. “I'm so sorry."
"When I got to the ER, I saw my grandfather standing there. I ran up to him, hoping he'd tell me my parents were okay. He told me they were both dead. When I wrapped my arms around my grandfather, he pushed me away. He told me it was my fault my parents were dead. He pointed to the room where my father lay and said it should have been me in there, not his son."
Jayne wrapped her arms around David. “You couldn't have known,” she said between sobs. “Jacob was wrong."
Firm hands closed on her waist and pulled her away from him. His eyes sparked with anger. “Don't get me wrong, Jayne, I don't want your sympathy,” he said. “I just want you to know why I walked away."
Jayne was shocked by David's cold words. She took a step back, unsure of what to say. “I understand,” she finally said.
David reached for his pants and quickly pulled them up. “Good,” he said.
Jayne felt cold all over. He'd wanted her to hear his side of the story, why he and Jacob were estranged, but he didn't care what she thought or how she felt about it.
"David, will you be at your grandfather's birthday party?"
David looked at her. Suddenly the sorrow she'd seen in his eyes was gone. “Only if you agree to fuck me like that again."
Jayne's heart plummeted to her toes. “What?"
"I'll attend the party if you agree to escape with me and find the best place to fuck again.” He reached for his pants. “Otherwise, no, I won't be there."
"That's not fair!” Jayne cried. “I lived up to your end of the bargain. I've had sex with you twice now. You have to attend Jacob's party."
David zipped his pants up and pushed his arms into his shirt. After he pulled it over his head, he reached out and touched his fingers to Jayne's chin. “My sweet little fox,” he said as he smiled, “you have so much to learn about business."
He tucked his shirt into his pants and unlocked the bathroom door. Before she could utter a word, he planted a firm kiss on her lips. “You should have gotten our deal in writing."
Jayne blinked, her mind whirled. As she sputtered, trying to find something to say, David pulled the bathroom door open. He glanced back at her once last time. “Wear something sexy.” He turned to leave and then thought of something else. “No panties, no bra.” He wagged his finger at her. “Don't cross me, Jaynie. Otherwise, the deal's off."
Chapter 9
Jayne gazed around the Hotel Gregoire grand ballroom. How appropriate that game she'd been playing with Jacob and David should come to an end in the very place it began. At least she understood the friction between grandfather and grandson. She'd thought of little else since she'd last seen David.
As promised, the hotel staff had pulled out all the stops to make Jacob Strand's eightieth birthday party the event of the year. Tastefully decorated in metallic blue, silver and gold tones, the entire ballroom shone with perfection. Each large round table was covered in gold tablecloths and the eight chairs surrounding them were adorned with silver and finished with gilded blue bows. The head table, where Jacob would sit along with the people closest to him, herself included, was adorned with bouquets of bright red roses and tall, crystal candlesticks filled with both gold and silver candles.
Jayne walked along the back of the head table, checking the place cards as she went. Jacob had insisted every single member of his senior staff be included at the head table. Jayne was to sit to his right. David, his grandson and only living relative, would sit to his left.
Jayne peered at the name card to the left of Jacob's place of honor.
Had he been toying with her when he made his final demands? She wasn't sure what she hoped. Plain Jayne, the person she'd been before she met David, was anxious to return to her mundane, uncomplicated life. But Jaynie, David's little fox, hoped he'd be there and was anxious to figure out just where they'd go to make love.
Jayne tried to shift the bodice of her black strapless dress. Not wearing a bra was going to drive her crazy. Not to mention the wedgie that occurred every damn time she sat down. She wasn't sure which was worse, going without a bra or not wearing panties.
When a member of the kitchen staff burst through the double doors with the ornately decorated seven-layer cake on a trolley, all thoughts of her discomfort disappeared. She waved her hands anxiously. “No,” she cried. “The cake can't be brought in until ten this evening. Take it back to the kitchen at once!"
The staff member glowered as he turned about and wheeled the cake back into the kitchen. Jayne sighed and sat on the closest chair. She was immediately reminded of the fact she wasn't wearing underwear.
"Damn it, David Strand,” she whispered, “you better be here."
* * * *
When David walked into Hotel Gregoire, he headed straight for the front desk. He gazed at the man behind the counter. “What room is Jacob Strand in?” he demanded.
"I'm sorry, sir,” the small man replied in a nasally tone, “we've been instructed not to give out that information."
"I'm his grandson,” David supplied.
Dim grey eyes looked him up and down. “I'm sure you are,” he said snootily. “I happen to be Mr. Strand's great-aunt."
David wanted to fly across the desk and grab the little worm by his high-top collared uniform. Instead, he took a deep, steadying breath and made a point of looking at the man's name tag. “Matthew,” he began, “my grandfather is expecting me. Surely it's no imposition for you to call his room to tell him I'm here."
Clearly the man resented it but, as requested, he picked up the phone and dialed Jacob's room. “Mr. Strand,” he said. “I have someone here claiming to be your
grandson.” There was a short hesitation before Matthew's face colored lightly. “Yes, Mr. Strand, right away."
David raised an eyebrow as Matthew hung up. “Room 960,” Matthew said.
David reached across the desk and flicked his finger over the man's name tag. “Thank you,” he said sarcastically.
As David rode the elevator to the ninth floor, his body tensed. He was no more ready to face his grandfather now than he had been when he was a teen. Their last moments together still stung.
David had taken what he'd learned from his grandfather as a kid and turned his knowledge into a million dollar empire. David had done well; people analyzed his every financial move, not only admiring his savvy but were quick to follow his lead.
And women sought him out at every turn. Lonely was not a word in David's vocabulary. In fact, he had to duck the women in his life if he wanted time alone.
So, he asked himself for the millionth time, why was he here? Why makes amends with a man he had no respect for?
As the elevator stopped on the ninth floor and the door slid open, David envisioned Jaynie's face. She was the only genuine woman he'd met in his life and while there was little chance they'd find a future together, he was determined not to let her down.
David marched down the hall to his grandfather's suite and pounded on the door.
"Davey!” the old man said as he pulled the door open. “I'm so glad you're here. Come in."
"I won't be here long,” David said through clenched teeth. “There are only two things I want to know. Why did you drag someone as sweet and innocent as Jaynie into this mess? And why did you tell her you're dying?"
The old man looked a lot more fragile than he had the last time David had seen him. His heart lurched as the door closed behind him and Jacob limped to the lavish leather sofa. “Sit down, Davey,” he said. “I'll tell you everything you want to know. And,” the old man's eyes sparkled, “I just might tell you some things you don't want to know."
David shook his head. “I doubt that. But I expect you'll tell me things Jaynie doesn't want to know."