Her eyes widen and before I realize what she’s doing, her hand grips me. “You’re still hard,” she comments, slowly jerking me off. “I love watching your body react to my touch. It makes me hot…and wet,” she teases, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
My hands drop to each side of her hips while I become breathless. She holds my gaze and has me mesmerized. The lust swirling in her green eyes has my balls hot and heavy between my legs. Her hand doesn’t stop jerking my cock and I think I’m having much better control, until she wiggles and then the head of my cock is banging against her bare pussy. That does it.
I hiss thrusting into her hand as semen spills all over her pussy while I watch my release drip down between her buttocks. I snap my eyes closed and pray for mercy.
“I love the feel of your penis in my hands.” She chuckles and I open my eyes and look at her flushed cheeks. “I like the feel of it inside of me and my mouth too, but there is something about jerking you off that excites me. I think it’s the power and trust you give me over you when you relax into my touch. I love being able to slide my hands over the hard length, feel the fat vein that runs along your penis from tip to groin. The feel of having your balls in my hands while your penis jerks uncontrollably really turns me on.”
I force myself to stay calm when I remove her hand from my body. “If you don’t stop talking we won’t be moving from the kitchen any time soon.” I place tender kisses over her collarbone, on the tips of each breast, lapping at her nipples enjoying her sudden gasp at the feel of my mouth on her beaded buds. I wiggle my tongue into her belly button and laugh as she squirms.
Lifting my head, I place a swift kiss on her lips and stepping back tug my pants up. “You look good enough to eat,” I admit. She’s a mess with my release all over her, but I don’t give a shit. She’s mine and I’ll mark her anyway I see fit.
Sliding my hands beneath her, I carry her to the bathroom and place her on the vanity. I turn the shower on and slowly remove my clothes before moving over to her. “You need cleaning up before we go out tonight.”
She frowns. “Tonight?”
“Hmm,” I mumble. “The anniversary ball is tonight, which I have to say I’d forgotten about. I don’t really want to go, but I figured it’s going to be my last.” I shrug. “I’ve added you to the guest list as my plus one.” I grin, sliding my hands up her deliciously long legs. When I get to her ankles, I lift and wrap her legs around my hips. Our lower half’s are tightly molded together and my dick rests against her soft belly, hard and ready for another round of pleasure that only Jessie can give me.
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
It takes me a moment to remember what I’d previously said. “Don’t worry. I’ve called in a favor and some evening gowns are going to be delivered in about an hour or so for you to try on.” I grin. “It’s all sorted. All you have to do is shower with me, which is non-negotiable, have more sex, and then slip on one of the dresses.”
Her hands slip around my neck. “You’re feeling rather chuffed with yourself, huh? Having all this planned.”
“I just haven’t worked out yet, how I’m going to survive the evening without being all over you.”
Jessie smirks, pressing her breasts against my chest. “I’m sure we can find somewhere for me to suck you off,” she whispers into my ear. “Wouldn’t want you being noticeably uncomfortable, now would we?” She grips my cock in a fierce hold, leaving me breathless.
25
Jessie
Butterflies flutter in my belly and refuse to leave. I don’t remember being this nervous before and I’m worried that in someway I’m going to do something to screw tonight up for Evan. He’s told me a million times that he doesn’t care enough about this event or the people in attendance to give a damn about what they think. I’m not sure he was completely honest with me because his parents are somewhere in the large ballroom and, no matter what he says, I know he cares. I just wish his parents cared enough to want him happy and living his life and not the one they want him to have.
Part of me hopes that I get to meet them tonight so I can show them the same indifference that they’ve shown Evan all these years. It won’t affect them in anyway because I’m nobody to them. I can support my guy though.
“Are you okay?” Evan whispers, his arm on my back keeping me close. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“Just thinking.” I brush his lips with mine. “You’ll never lose me.”
“Evan?”
Evan briefly groans before he catches himself. “Mother,” he says politely. “Father.”
I clutch my evening purse in my hands and force myself to relax. The last thing I want them to know is how nervous they make me.
“Mom this is Jessica Kincaid. Jessie, my mother.” Evan tightens his hold on me at his mothers’ dismissal of me. He’s angry and I don’t blame him.
I don’t offer his mother my hand because she certainly isn’t offering hers, then she asks, “Where is Allyson?”
His jaw becomes full of tension. “I don’t know where she is and to be honest, I don’t care. I’m planning to marry Jess one day because she’s the one I’m in love with.” He sighs. “For once, it would be nice if you both could be happy for me.”
Before either can reply, not that I would expect them to, he nudges me to move away, which I do. After two steps I stop and turn back to them. “You know, you have an amazing son. Someone to be proud of, and yet neither of you deserve him.”
My legs are quivering like Jell-O as I allow Evan to guide me through the throng of people to a partly empty hallway within the hotel.
“Breathe Jess,” Evan says, turning me to face him, his hands cupping my face. He drops his forehead to mine, and whispers, “You are a remarkable woman.” After he places the sweetest of kisses to my lips, he mutters, “I really hate being here, but having you on my arm is making tonight bearable.”
My fingers dig into his sides and his body reacts in the way I’ve come to expect by going hard and solid. I lean closer and whisper into his ear, “We’ll stay another hour so your parents can see us mingling, and then I’ll let you have your wicked way with me in the back of the limo you hired.”
Groaning, Evan hisses, “Wicked. God, Jessie. Don’t put things in my head when I have to go and mingle.”
“I have to keep you on your toes.” Grinning, I kiss him and force myself to take his hand. “We can do anything together.”
“I totally agree with that.”
Rolling my eyes, I laugh. “I bet you do.”
He keeps me close and the moment we step inside the ballroom he releases my hand and wraps his arm around my waist, his hand coming to rest on my bottom and hip. “It’s arousing feeling you in silk,” he whispers, leaving me breathless as he greets an older couple. I don’t catch their names and its obvious they’re not interested in me with the way they focus on Evan. His hand squeezes my hip because he knows exactly how rude this couple is.
I turn my body into Evan, and whisper, “I’m going to the powder room.”
He groans. “Don’t be long.”
Smiling, for his benefit, I head away and feel like hitting something at now rude these people are. No wonder Evan hadn’t wanted to be here tonight, or subject me to them. They’re horrid and I can’t wait until we leave. At least its Evan’s last one because he won’t be working for his dad next time around.
The hall where the restrooms are located is dark and poorly lit, and because of this it takes me a few minutes to locate the ladies. I sigh in relief when the room is empty, allowing me to take a few minutes to compose myself. My sister Sarah would be in her element here, but me, I feel like an imposter. I hate fancy clothes and love my jeans or shorts, and my summer dresses that I know Evan likes, probably more than me.
Glancing in the mirror, I reapply my lipstick and look at myself in the silky black gown Evan had chosen for me. I hadn’t been able to choose between the five dresses his friend had sent to our apartment.
So Evan chose this silky number. It fastens around my neck, the two pieces of material covering my breasts but nothing else of my upper half. It makes me feel sexy knowing that I’m dressed to please Evan. I smile to myself because I know my man has wanted his hands on me all evening. He’s worked up and I’m going to enjoying releasing his desire. From the waist down the material drops to the floor, clinging to my curves with a slit in the dress from the top of my right leg. Every time I walk my leg is bared and I’m fairly sure Evan swallowed his tongue when he’d seen me walking toward him just before we left the apartment.
On the outside I do look as if I belong here, which I guess I have to admit to, but on the inside, I feel small and unwelcome; an imposter.
Dipping my head so that I’m no longer looking at myself, I jump at the sound of a woman and two men talking as the restroom door swings open. I haven’t seen any of them before, and I frown when I notice the two men are wearing police uniforms.
“That’s her,” the woman points toward me. “She isn’t a guest at the party, and she’s proportioning the men at the event.”
“What?” I gasp in surprise.
One of the uniform cops, says, “We need to ask you to leave this hotel.”
“I’m not leaving without my boyfriend,” I state. “He’s a guest at the party and I’m his plus one. Go and find him.”
“What’s his name?” I’m ushered out of the restroom feeling my world spinning around me.
“Evan Sutton,” I whisper close to tears, fear racing through my blood.
The woman laughs. “You lying little bitch,” she snarls. “She isn’t with Evan. He wouldn’t be seen dead with the likes of her. Please remove her from the premises.”
“Why?” I whisper to the woman as I move past toward the cops.
She replies under her breath, “Because he belongs to Allyson.”
My eyes widen in complete surprise. How can one woman be so cruel to someone for a man she only wants for his money. My fear multiplies as the cops lead me toward the entrance of the hotel.
Once outside in the cool night air, I stop walking and glance between them. “Why are you doing this to me? You’re supposed to uphold the law.”
The older cop frowns, and the younger one says, “We are.” He grabs my arm and moves me along with them to their squad car.
“I’m not getting in there. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
A tick starts at the side of his jaw. He’s angry. “Prostitution is illegal. We’re taking you in.”
“No!” I turn to the older one. “Please,” I start to cry as I beg, “I haven’t done anything. She was lying. Just go back inside and find Evan. Ask him. He’ll tell you the truth. I live with him. Please. Don’t you need evidence that I’ve committed a crime to arrest me? It’s her against me, but you have to find Evan. He’ll tell you the truth.” Tears run down my face as I stare at the two cops. Even the younger of the two is looking indecisive.
The older one sighs. “I’ll go and find him.” He glances to his partner then at me again. “Evan Sutton?”
I nod through my tears.
I watch him run back inside and it feels like an eternity until he comes back toward us, his face in a grim line. His eyes shift to his partner before he stares at me with a sorry look. “I spoke to Mr. Sutton and he said he doesn’t know you.”
“That can’t be true! He wouldn’t say that. Are you sure you spoke to the right man?”
“Back of the car. Now.” He snaps. “We’ve wasted enough time.”
I’m shoved into the back of the squad car like a common criminal, and I can’t understand how my life is turned upside down within ten minutes of going to the powder room.
And Evan. Did the cop actually talk to him or was it someone pretending to be him who is in on it with Allyson? No way would Evan let this happen to me. No way.
But he has…
26
Evan
Five minutes. That’s how long I’m going to give her. She’s already been gone fifteen and I’m worrying. I don’t want to come across as that possessive so I’m going to give her a total of twenty minutes before I go and find her. I rub my brow hoping she’s okay. I know she’s hated being here, and she isn’t the only one. The only thing that has been getting me through it is having Jessie by my side.
I glance around again and run my hands through my hair.
“Evan,” my mother says from behind me.
Inwardly groaning, I start to turn and she continues, “Look who we’ve found.”
Spotting Allyson standing between my parents with a smile of mischief sets my blood on fire with anger. I’m not sure what her game is with keep showing up, but I’ve had enough of it.
I turn my angry eyes to my father who shrugs and before I realize what is happening, Allyson throws herself into my arms and slams her lips to mine. I grab hold of her waist and seconds before I shove her away in disgust; a couple of flashes from cameras hit me in the eyes. I’m momentarily blinded and beyond furious that I don’t trust myself around them right now.
Turning on my heels, I don’t get two steps before my father grabs my arm. “Don’t be stupid, Evan. Allyson is the best thing to happen to you.”
I yank my arm free. “Jessie is the best thing that ever happened to me.” I inhale deeply before exhaling. “Stay the hell away from us from now on. I’m done. Totally done.” I move through the crowd without once glancing back.
The restrooms are hidden well and when I approach I ask a woman who is leaving if she can call Jessie for me.
“Um, there’s no one in there,” she says.
My heart frantic, I push inside and search the stalls and there is no Jessie. Where the hell has she gone? There was only one way to and from the restrooms so we would have passed each other if she’d left to come and find me.
The door opens behind me and a woman stands frozen in the doorway. I wince. “I’m sorry. I’m looking for my girlfriend.”
She nods as I slip past her, and then I hear, “Wait.”
Glancing at the woman, I realize she’s nervous as her eyes dance around. “Does your girlfriend have long dark hair, and is wearing a black silky evening gown?”
“Yes,” I whisper, dreading what she’s about to say.
“I’m not sure what is going on, but she was escorted from the hotel by two cops about ten minutes ago.”
It takes a few minutes for her words to sink in and then fear like nothing that I’ve felt before grips me. “What? No? Why?”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I only saw them marching her outside. She seemed distressed.”
She could be anywhere now. I have to find her, and find out what the hell is going on. Then I freeze as I unlock my cell phone. A notification is showing that I have set for Google search on my family name. I click on the link and my blood roars with anger. Apparently I’m engaged to Allyson and the photograph they have is of her kissing me with my hands on her waist—the very photograph that was taken not ten minutes ago.
“Fuck!” I roar and then it all comes tumbling around me. It was all a set up. Somehow and in someway they managed to get Jessie away, which gave Allyson the in she needed. My parents had to have been in on it because they’re both beaming in the background of the photograph. It was all fucking staged.
I want to go and find them, but I really don’t trust myself to do something that could get me into a lot of trouble and right now Jessie needs me. God, I need her too.
A friend of mine from school is an attorney, so if anyone can find out what happened to Jessie he should be able to. So after I’ve set those wheels in motion, I make a quick call to my apartment building, needing to check if she’s shown up there. She hasn’t.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or where I’m supposed to go. Jessie is out there somewhere, and needs me. Breathing through my anguish, I do what I told myself I shouldn’t, and go and find my father.
It takes me minutes to locate him and hearing people congratulat
e him on his son’s engagement sets me off. I walk straight past him, his eyes widening when they get a good look at my face. I jump onto the small makeshift stage and grab the microphone from the singer. The music comes to a stop and I tap the mic to get everyone’s attention.
My eyes locate my mother and Allyson talking with a group of women before they turn and focus on me. My mother pales before my eyes while Allyson flashes angry eyes at me. So be it.
“You all know me. Evan Sutton. I just want to clear something up.” I glare at my father as he storms toward me. “I am not engaged! I will be soon and the name of the woman who I love and will be spending the rest of my life with is Jessica Kincaid. She is the only woman I ever want to be with. She’s captured my heart in a way that no one ever has.”
“Get down from there,” my father hisses.
I offer him an angry glare. “I think Bruce Sutton would like a word.” I sneer and toss him the microphone. Jumping down from the stage, I move through the crowd as they part for me.
Moving outside, my cell rings: Richard Delany, Attorney at Law. “Richard what did you find?”
“You’re not going to like it,” he answers. “Jessica Kincaid was arrested for prostitution and is being held…”
“Text me the information.”
My brain struggles to absorb the information Richard discovered. No way is this true. My father or Allyson is responsible for this, and I’m going to find out exactly who, and when I do they’re going to be sorry.
Thirty minutes later, I’m pacing in the office of Captain Jeremy Foster who is trying to find out what is going on in his office. The two officers who arrested Jessie have finished their shift, and regardless of their report, he’s called them back into the station. Unfortunately, I can’t see Jessie until this is all sorted out.
I’m fairly sure Foster wants to have me thrown into a cell too because of the accusations I’ve been throwing around the station. One being that the cops are on the take. That didn’t go down too well.
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