Don't Lie to Me (19 page)

Almost two weeks went by and neither Jack nor I broached the subject of Marcus. He had mentioned his name, regrettably, in passing a few times when it involved work, but Jack stayed true to his word and didn’t say anything about me telling him about Logan.

I appreciated the space. I needed it.

The truth was, as soon as Jack told me he thought Logan deserved to know his dad, I agreed to tell Marcus. I was just doing a really good job at avoiding the ‘when’ of the whole thing.

I had other things on my mind.

Like the fact that I was in a limo, on my way to the Children’s Charity Ball with Jack and it was officially our third date.

I knew I shouldn’t have cared.

I was falling in love with Jack, avoiding dealing with Marcus out of fear of rejection – again, and still a bit afraid that Jack was still going to leave me. The last one wasn’t a big deal until tonight when I stepped into the limo and then the seriousness of the night and the fact that I knew I was going to be seeing Marcus at the ball came crashing down on me.

I was about to see the first man who tore my heart out of my chest. It took years to recover from the betrayal. I wanted to wrap myself in bubble wrap and steel to prevent my heart from being broken because after knowing Jack for so many years, and being ‘with’ him for the last month, he sat poised to be able to do the exact same thing to me all over again.

I hated not being able to trust him fully. Would I even be thinking these things right now if Marcus hadn’t walked back into my life?

It was a question I couldn’t answer.

What I did realize earlier today was that Logan’s birthday was coming up in two weeks. What better present could I give him than his dad? I thought of wrapping Marcus up in a large air-tight box with a big red bow and snorted.

“Where are you?”

I looked away from my window and down at Jack’s hand resting firmly just above my knee, one eyebrow raised in question at the blank look on my face. I immediately felt the warmth from his hand spread to my legs, and then everywhere else on my body. I still couldn’t believe how a simple touch from him could instantly turn me on. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and I looked at him and smiled.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked me cautiously.

A breath left my mouth in an unattractive manner. What’s wrong? Only everything. And yet, Jack’s simple touch had the ability to calm me. Should I even be concerned about it being our third date? He was probably going to tell me to tap my shit down, or screw me senseless.

Which really – sounded okay to me. Maybe I could use the stress relief.

“You’ve been quieter than normal all night. Tell me.”

I looked out the window, needing to take my eyes off him in order to gain a semblance of control. My bottom lip started quivering, betraying me instantly and I knew he saw it when his hand left my thigh and gently cupped my chin between his thumb and index finger. He turned my chin to him slowly, until I had no other choice but to stare directly into his brown eyes.

“Tell me.” His voice was rougher than before.

“It’s our third date tonight.”

“And?” A slight twinkle of amusement flashed in his eyes before he shuttered it. I was instantly embarrassed. He looked like he had no clue what I was trying to say.

I sighed. My chest heaved out and in quickly, just once. I rubbed my fingers together trying to stop them from shaking in my lap.

“You always end things after the third date.” My words came out just above a whisper. His hand left mine immediately and fell to his lap, like I had shocked him.

I looked away from him, terrified of what he was going to say. I wondered if he would stop the limo and just have me leave right then.

“Look at me.”

I listened immediately because when he spoke to me in the dark and sexy voice that he usually reserved for the bedroom I had no other choice but to obey. I was just shocked that he was using it now when I was clearly so upset.

“You think that’s what is happening here?”

“I’ve known you for five years…”

“And I’ve wanted you for five years.”

His admission startled me. I mean, he had told me this before, but somehow in this moment, it sounded….heavier. More important, maybe.

“What?” I asked, just barely breathing.

He smiled widely at my bemused expression.

“Would it help if I told you I was falling madly in love with you?” Holy shit. Jack looked nervous. I couldn’t tell if he was messing with me to get me to smile – which worked, by the way – or totally serious. Jack didn’t let anyone close enough to love them; or care about, really. But yet, he had gotten close to me. He had broken all his dating rules for me and Logan and I instantly felt like a shmuck for bringing this up now.

“Are you?”

His lips twitched a bit into a smile but then he frowned- like maybe he wasn’t so sure himself what he was feeling.

“I don’t love anyone, Emma,” he said and my heart dropped to my stomach. Without another word, he grabbed my hips and flipped me around so I was no longer sitting next to him, but straddling him. Thankfully, my floor length black silk gown had two slits cut up to the mid-thigh or the outrageously expensive thing would have ripped. The movement was so quick it caught me off guard and a gasp left my lips. Jack’s eyes darkened as he looked at my slightly opened mouth.

I blushed as I thought of all the things I’d like to do with my open mouth.

He made a face and then closed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, his expression was softer and my body warmed all over. “I think I could make an exception for you. And Logan.”

I think that was the closest expression to being in love with me I was going to get. But I had to make sure.

“What are you saying, Jack?”

He sighed heavily before grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. I went willingly with a small little smile on my lips.

“I think that what I feel for you scares the shit out of me, and if it’s love, then I have no fucking idea why people choose to do it willingly.”

I could have been offended, but I saw a teasing smirk on his lips. This was Jack. The Jack who claimed I caused him to be out of control and all sorts of crazy. If that was his idea for love – I was all for it, because I often felt the same about him.

Before I could give him any shit, or change the subject, he continued. “For the first time in my life I find myself wanting to leave work early just to see you. I walk by stores and want to pick out crap for you and Logan.” I rolled my eyes at crap, but wisely shut my mouth. “When you’re not around, you’re all I think about. When you’re in my home – I never want you to go. This shit is all new to me and it’s confusing as hell most of the time, but the rest of the time I just fucking love it.”

Well hell. What’s a girl supposed to say to that?

Easy. Nothing. I answered Jack in the only way I knew he’d understand completely.

I slowly began hiking up the bottom of my gown that kept me separated from him and leaned back. I quickly pulled his dress shirt out of his pants and unbuckled his belt. He lifted his hips – and me at the same time, while my shaking fingers nervously undid the button and zipper on his pants so I could pull them down.

I pulled away from the kiss and stared down at his enormous erection, standing straight up, waiting for me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

And then noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I smiled. “Commando?”

I watched his breathing become shallow as he looked down at his own erection standing at attention between us. Without speaking, his hand went under my dress and slowly dragged up my thigh. I shivered in anticipation. All my nerves immediately left as his hand travelled further up my thigh.

He grinned victoriously and immediately plunged two fingers deep inside me.

“Ah!” I cried out loudly and sank into him. I shifted against him, trying to move against his fingers but his other hand grasped my hip, restraining any movement. I peeled back from his chest slowly and looked down on him through half-opened eyes.

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” I whispered as I laid my head against his temple.

He shook his head at the same time he moved his hand against my clit. I moaned and tried to shift against him but his hand on my hip prevented me reaching the spot where I knew I would find the most pleasure. I groaned in frustration as his eyes darkened in front of me. His lips pursed.

“I’m going to bury myself in you until you forget that you ever doubted for a single second that I don’t want you for more than three fucking meaningless dates.”

I didn’t have any time to consider what he said because his mouth was on mine, moving ferociously against mine. I opened immediately, allowing him to plunder me with this tongue. His plan was working. He made me forget my doubts, my fears….my name. His hand ground against my sweet spot roughly and his fingers moved inside me roughly I was almost ready to come. Never in my life could anyone turn me on so quickly

“You want it, don’t you?” He asked me roughly and I saw the desire in his eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off his gorgeous cock. I wrapped one hand around the base firmly and pulled up slowly, putting the exact amount of pressure on the underside that I knew drove him wild. I rubbed the drop of pre-cum gently over the tip and smiled as I watched his perfect abdomen muscles tighten.

He bit into my neck causing the perfect amount of pain and pleasure while he licked me to soothe the pain away. His fingers pressed into my pussy again. I felt my insides pulsating around his fingers and knew I was just a few more shifts away from exploding all over him.

I moaned when his hand moved against me again and my stomach clenched. I wanted that release. I needed it. He leaned in and kissed me roughly, taking away my every breath and worry before quickly moving away and resting his head against the back of the headrest. An evil grin spread across his lips and I cried out in sorrow when his fingers abruptly pulled from me. I bit my tongue as I watched him lick my cream off them.

“Yes. I want you.”

“I want you, too. I’ve wanted you for a really long time.” He grabbed both hips firmly and thrust me right down over his erection. I gasped loudly as he filled me completely.

“You’re so tight,” he moaned into me and shifted his hips up. I braced myself with both hands on each side of the back of his chair next to his head. I couldn’t move my hips. I couldn’t do anything except take everything he gave me and I wanted it. I wanted him like I had never wanted anything more in my life.

He thrust into me harder and I smiled.

“You’re mine,” he growled against my lips. “I promise you. I will protect and care for you and Logan as long as you let me.”

Sounded fan-fucking-tastic to me. He moved against me and as my orgasm grew closer, all worry about Jack and Marcus left me. All I could think about was the amazing man in front of me who wanted my son and me.

I cried out and collapsed against his chest. I came so quick and hard I thought my heart was going to explode but Jack kept pounding into me, over and over again and another orgasm quickly began to bloom in me.

One of his hands cupped my cheek. He lifted my face so I was inches from his and the lighter grip on my hip allowed me to move against him.

“I fucking love you Emma. I know it’s fast and crazy and there’s a whole load of shit we have to deal with, but you need to know that.”

I couldn’t have taken my eyes off of him if I tried. The way he stared at me, while I moved against him left me feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

With one more fierce lift of his hips, I found my release in him as Jack clenched his jaw and pulled me down hard on top him. My clit hit the perfect spot on his groin and we released together, our eyes locked on one another.

FOURTEEN

“Wha….what did you say to me?”

“You heard me,” Jack said and brought his lips to mine, gently. They felt like a soothing feather against my swollen lips. “I love you.”

Holy shit. He did say it. I wasn’t imagining it.

“That’s not exactly what you said.” My lips twitched in humor. I wanted to throw my arms around him and make him take the limo back home and I wanted to laugh. And then I wanted to throw up. Jack McMillan, the man who doesn’t get close to anyone, loved me.

Holy shit. Again.

He scowled. “I said I fucking love you. And you’re starting to piss me off with that look full of all sorts of crazy you’re giving me right now.”

“Well, that sounds more like you,” I said and leaned in to kiss him again, both of us wearing small smiles.

“You drive me crazy, you know this right?”

I hmmed against his lips and kissed him again. “I’m in shock. I don’t know if I know what to say right now.”

“How about you love me too?”

I pulled my eyes to him and saw him in a way I never had before. This man – the financial genius – looked more innocent and like a needy little boy than I had ever seen anyone in my life look before. He was vulnerable before me. Baring his heart and soul in a way he had probably never done before. He could be an arrogant asshole. He could command me to do things my body instantly did without any thought. And he promised to protect me and Logan. We were his.