Jaded Hearts (The Jaded Hearts Club)

by Olivia Linden

  How did he know?

  I looked at Jackie, who also seemed to sense my thoughts. She gave me a rueful smile.

  “Awe, c’mon Jade. Try to relax and enjoy yourself. Stop trying to control everything!” She reprimanded.

  I had no words. I guess my fear of this man was permeating my pores.

  Why was I so afraid?

  I sipped another glass of champagne and watched as he walked away. As he passed the large bar I spotted Nina, Ms Tall and Blonde. Maybe I wouldn’t have to worry after all. Julian glared at her but kept walking right past her.

  Oh shit!

  She sat back down on her bar stool looking forlorn. She glanced in my direction and caught me watching her and quickly turned away from me.

  “I told you she wasn’t his girl!” Jackie said full of amusement.

  She tried to coax me to the dance floor, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. She went ahead and found an eager partner waiting for her. I watched the as they moved smoothly to a merengue tune. Before I had a chance to consider my departure I spotted another couple stepping and spinning to the music. It was Julian and a voluptuous raven haired partner. She was gorgeous with a small waist and large shapely behind. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched them move gracefully with each other.

  She was all smiles and exaggerated sensual moves, but he was less enthusiastic. He didn’t look at her the way he looked at me. The way he was looking at me now that he caught me watching him. He winked at me as he continued to move her around and nodded to another guy on the dance floor and spun her right into his arms. She wasn’t pleased with the switch but did not protest either. Julian motioned me to the dance floor and mouthed come.

  I hesitated, but being full of champagne and less conviction, I went to him. We met at the edge of the dance floor and pulled me close to him. No, he did not dance with her like this. He gave me a strange look as he maneuvered me to the center of the dance floor.

  “You smell, exotic.” His words close to my ears.

  “Thank you.” I responded. “I suppose that’s a step up from ‘can I fuck you’.”

  I couldn’t help my sarcasm. He grinned and tilted his head in mock contemplation.

  “I suppose your right, but you’re not faulting me for my honesty, are you? I thought that’s what women were crying for nowadays. I guess you can’t win for losing, even though I don’t tend to fall on the side of losing.” He joked.

  He dipped me at that point. I eyed him warily.

  “So, it’s not impossible then?” I quipped.

  He looked confused.

  “What’s not impossible?” He twirled me slowly.

  “That you lose. It is possible.” I clarified.

  He laughed and then roped me into another tight embrace.

  “Possible, yes. Probable, no.” He informed me.

  His eyes burned into mine with that look again. I doubted my ability to breathe when he looked at me like that. I decided not to continue my pointless agonizing, and enjoy this insanely sexy man for as long as I could before I devised an escape. I smiled at him instead. His eyes narrowed and he bent to whisper against my ear again.

  “Jade, just as determined as you are to fight me, I am more determined to have you. I feel your body against mine, I feel your heart beating, you’re breathing hard, your nipples harder, but your words lie. It’s making me…” He placed small slow kisses down my neck, and everything he accused my body of came true.

  Ah! Why? How can he do this to me?

  I rolled my neck back to expose more skin for him to torture.

  “It’s making you…what?” I dared to ask.

  He moved back up my neck breathing in my scent.

  “It’s making me not think about anything else but you. Feeling you. Tasting you. Wanting you to move your body for me like you do, while I’m inside of you. Hmm mm.” He purred.

  I felt my midsection tighten and my insides clenched involuntarily. I was flooded with desire for this man. Since he first looked into my eyes, and every day since. I couldn’t think straight and if he tried to take me right now, I wouldn’t stop him. That thought sent more shivers through me.

  I’m losing it...

  I slowly pull my head back so that we are face to face.

  “Why?” That was all I managed to ask.

  I stared at him, my eyes pleading, trying to will him to let me go. My body wouldn’t be happy with that scenario, but I knew I could live with it. His face softened for a brief moment as he attempted to answer me.

  “This is why.” A soft whisper.

  He lowered his mouth to mine for a kiss. My lips thrilled in anticipation of a repeat performance of the kiss I had been dreaming about. But he teased me, barley skimming his mouth against mine in a soft caress. Still moving to the slow Latin beat. One arm around my waist the other still gripping my hand to lead me.

  After a few moments of being trapped in anticipation my instincts took over. I slowly parted my lips and slid my tongue across his bottom lip. He closed his eyes as if he couldn’t bear to watch me, but his body responded with an ever so slight shiver.

  The music switched to the newer Reggaeton (a mix between Latin and Reggae music). I pulled away and began to roll and shake my hips to the infectious Gasolina. Julian came up behind me and began to match my movements and it immediately felt like the heat was turned on. His hands explored my frame as his body was slowly grinding against mine, and he turned me to face him.

  I teased him by wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting my left leg around his waist. He grinned at me as he gripped my leg pulling me tighter against him. I quickly realized that I had made a bad move as his hands slowly crept up my leg threatening to explore uncharted territory. My back arched involuntarily pressing my body closer to his in anticipation.

  “Hm-mm, can you feel that too mamita? I could feel you before I even touched you. The first time I saw you I could already feel this.” He admitted.

  His accented whispers intensified my shivers as he began to plead with me in Spanish to give him what he wanted, which I wanted so badly to give him but I knew that I shouldn't. Julian was trouble. The kind I could feel in my bones. My grandmother always warned me about a man that had more control over your body than you did. I tried to break the thick chain of passion that had grown between us, but he only held me tighter.

  “Don’t run from me Chica. Don’t be afraid of what we both want.” He begged.

  I closed my eyes trying desperately to gain control over myself.

  Breathe bitch. Breathe!

  My reserve was nil and my champagne haze was disabling me. The hand that held my leg wrapped around him began to caress my skin as the other hand worked its way up my back, finally grabbing a handful of my hair. He gently pulled my head back and began to place scorching hot kisses across my neck and chest. I was forced to thrust into him to keep my balance and now my little tease was really backfiring on me. I was going to lose this battle.

  “Your scent is driving me crazy. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?” He took his tongue and licked a trail from my ear to my cleavage. His breath spread hotly on my skin as he hovered towards the center of my breasts. I trembled as he gently massaged my sensitive skin with his lips. Slowly they grazed all the way back to my neck and I moaned as he began to lick and suck.

  “Um-mm, I want to taste more of you. Open your eyes and look at me. Stop trying to escape from me. I promise I won’t hurt you.” His order came with a light tug of my head.

  I opened my eyes to his amused grin and he let go of my hair and began to stroke my face with that strange expression spreading across his. His normally stern features softened for a moment as his thumb caressed my lips. He looked unsure. My animal instincts stepped in and I parted my lips for him. I knew at that moment that I had crossed the line into his territory.

  I was having an out of body experience. He slid his finger into my mouth, just enough to get it moist, and licked my juices off. I was mesmerized by him, a
nd he knew it now.

  Our eyes never left each other. His finger returned to my mouth and this time I stuck my tongue out to meet it. The distance between our faces disappeared suddenly as he moved in to kiss me. Electricity shot throughout my veins, my breathing intensified and I felt like I was going to explode! His kiss was slow and urgent as he sucked on my lips and tongue. It talked to me, slowly persuading me to give in.

  Our bodies strained together like magnets as he wrapped his arms around me to hold me tighter. I held on to him for dear life totally yielding to him. I kissed him back tasting him the way he was tasting me until he cursed me in Spanish. I felt his chest heaving as his breaths came faster and faster. His intensity soaring off the charts. He was losing control too. I couldn’t breathe, and I moaned and gasped for more air. What the hell was happening to me?

  I slowly pulled away from his tempting lips.

  “Julian, I need to use the ladies room.” I really didn’t, but I had to get away from him.

  He eyed me skeptically but let me go anyway. I quickly spun away from him and headed towards the hallway that led to the restrooms. Two women exited as I opened the door. I was glad to be alone and I stared at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror. Breathing as if I was being chased. I walked over to the sink and gripped the smooth cool tile of the counter, my head hanging, as I tried to recover.

  Breathe Jade!

  I had never felt such an unbridled surge of desire like this before and I was shaking. To my core. I pressed my hand against my pelvis trying to somehow tame the wild aching. I pulled in a few more deep breaths as I plotted my way out of the club without notice. This was going to be hard with not one, but three people to navigate.

  The squeak of the door hinge snapped me out of my haze. I was still shaking as I turned to leave, not wanting to share my current disposition with a random stranger. Or, even worse, Jackie and her nosy barrage of questions. I was startled to see Julian leaning with his back up against the door.

  “What the hell? What are you doing in here?” I demanded.

  “I came to check on you. I was tired of waiting.” His tone was nonchalant as if there was nothing wrong with him being in the ladies room.

  I walked towards him gesturing for him to go back outside.

  “Well, I’m fine so let’s go.” I assured him.

  I reached for the doorknob but he didn’t move to let me open it.

  “Are you?” He questioned.

  His eyes blazed with an intensity that seared into me along with the heat from his nearness. I made another futile attempt to open the door, but he just grabbed my arm pulling me against him, and encircled his around my waist. I tried feebly to resist him but just seeing him was crumbling my barrier of resistance

  “Julian!” I cried.

  I pushed and pulled away from him trying to wriggle out of his embrace, but he ignored me with slight amusement. Both my arms were raised above my head and pinned together at the wrists with one of his hands. He wrenched my tube top down with his teeth until he was able to latch onto an eager nipple. I was beholden to the bold caress of his tongue.

  “Stop fighting me baby. I told you how much it turns me on,” he warned. The sexy timbre of his voice stirred the hunger deep inside me.

  “Let me go!” It was only a whisper. I was slowly relaxing to the intense desire his delicate sucking was encouraging.

  “No!”

  He mocked me as he used both hands to grip my waist and pull me against his already large and growing erection. I struggled to keep my hips from bucking his.

  “Don’t be afraid. I promised not to hurt you, no? I need you too much right now to hurt you,” He whispered. I began to melt again.

  Who was he?

  One minute he was rough and aggressive, and the next he was Romeo.

  I buckled at the strength of my own longing and gripped his broad shoulders for support, but my body sagged against his in my total loss of control. He just held me, pulling me closer to him, as he slowly pressed his arousal into me. Every thought inside my head was being replaced with the need to feel him inside me.

  “Ah, damn it I want you so bad. You are so sexy, Jade. Come here. Kiss me.”

  He whispered his desire harshly into my ear between his ragged panting, and I shuddered in response. I slowly turned my head to meet his lips that were waiting for mine. They were soft and warm, and I hungrily followed his command. We both moaned with desire for each other. Then he slid both hands down my legs and pulled up my dress, letting his clever fingers discover their way to my sensitive spot with achingly slow deliberation.

  Oh no!

  “That’s right mamita. You want more?” The heavy pull of his accent urged me on. Still I tried to fight us going any further.

  This is a freakin bathroom!

  “Julian! No! Stop! Please?” I begged. My mind was still fighting even though my body had already given in.

  “No? You don’t like me to touch your pussy?” He teased me by slowly sliding a finger towards my soaked entrance.

  Oh God I want this so bad! But not here...

  “Nooo! Wait!” I groaned in despair and anticipation.

  “Still no? How about now?” His voice was low and seductive. One finger tip slid into my aching core. I cried out in shock at how good it felt, and I wanted more. Never had I wanted anyone so much.

  Fuck it! I was too aroused and my body hungered for him. The aching tension had grown between us all night. Neither one of us could stop now, even if we wanted to.

  “Hmm-mm. Yes!” I was now his willing victim.

  “That's right! Say yes, Papi!” He fisted my hair forcing me to look at him.

  “Ahhhh! Yes Papi!” I moaned. He let out a low rumble of satisfaction.

  “Fuck! You sound so sexy.” As if he didn’t expect I would. Pressing my back to the door, he showered my neck and my chin with sensual kisses. Frantically, he fumbled with his pants, eventually letting them fall around his ankles. I shuddered at the heat of his smooth erection as he rubbed it against my skin. I whimpered into his kiss as his other hand resumed caressing my clit. He played with my wetness, apparently relishing in the sound of it.

  The familiar burn radiated from my center causing me to spread my legs wide, inviting him between them and he wrapped each leg around him one by one as he hoisted my hips against his. I mindlessly rode his finger, the fire raging inside me. I felt no shame.

  “Ay, mi amor! I can’t wait to feel you. Tell Papi how much you want this,” he demanded roughly.

  “Hmm! I want it!” I moaned wildly. The urge to fight had long been replaced by a deep yearning for him. All thought was diminishing as I gave into his seduction of my flesh.

  “You want it bad?” He asked in a seductive whisper. The pressure of his erection increased against me.

  “Yes Papi!” I responded as I held him tighter. I can't believe this is happening!

  “Oh baby. Let me give you what you want.” He consented.

  His arms tightened around me as he pulled me down against him, lowering to an almost sitting position and then pushed into me. I gasped at the unexpected thrill that flared through me when our bodies connected, and groaned loudly as I accepted his size. He filled me completely with agony. My body clenched and gripped him greedily.

  “Ay Dios! How can you be this tight? And.... Ay! You’re so soft!” He emitted a guttural cry as he slowly pushed into me again.

  The surprise in his voice pushed me over the edge. I used the door to steady my back as I pushed into his thrusts, causing him to pump harder in return. He rammed into me, crushing me to the door. The empty room echoed the grunts and moans that escaped between kisses. We rocked each other steadily until our bodies shook with the need for release.

  This is insane, but I love it!

  “Oh Julian!” I moaned as my climax brimmed.

  “Yes baby! You feel so good. So fucking good!” He responded in a husky moan. His mouth was planted firmly into my neck and the sound of the despera
te noises he made set me off.

  “Oh! I’m. I. I’m cuming!” I cried out.

  “Ah! Damn Baby! Me too! Ohhhh!” He hissed out a long deep breath and cried out as if in pain.

  Somewhere in my mind there was a voice that said this was so wrong, but it was too far away to matter now. Later on I would question the condom he had ready for such a spontaneous encounter, but right now I didn’t care.

  7 The early bird

  I turned on the dim lighting that only illuminated the corners of each room as we walked through my front door. Then I turned around to face him. He was a beautiful man, with his dark hair and those hypnotic eyes canopied by long lashes. His eyebrows had that perfect arch that enhanced a sinister quality to his expressions. But right now, when he wasn’t smirking, or talking shit to me, he was freaking amazing. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and I ran both hands across his smooth, tan skin.

  “Take of my shirt baby.” He said.

  I obeyed his simple command, but hesitated to take off my dress. His chest was partially covered in artistically placed tattoos. I traced my finger over the one on his left pectoral that was half a heart on fire. There were two others. One was a cross with rosary beads around it on his right pec, and the other was a dark tribal design that covered his left shoulder and wound down to his bicep.

  He backed me up into the kitchen, and sat me on the counter. Then he grasped my knees and gently spread my legs wide open. His hands traveled up my thighs pushing up my dress. More hot kisses for my neck as his hands pulled my body closer to his, easing my dress up over my head to reveal my completely naked body. He stared in awe.

  “I can’t believe...” His words trailed off as he chose to admire me with his lips.

  I trembled with anticipation. I had only been with one other person besides Evan and that was back in high school. My first love had not prepared me for the ardent potency of Julian Garza.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into his kisses. The heat of his body felt so good against my bare skin. He groaned with desire as he lifted me from the counter with my legs around his waist, to carry me upstairs. I was so turned on I began to rub myself against his bare skin, my juices dripping onto him. He staggered and used the wall to maintain his balance.