End Game (Games Thriller Series) (15 page)

Chapter 22

Despite the rocky start to the day, the remainder quietly flew by. After dinner, Chris stood and glanced at Emily. “Do you mind watching the kids while we go out?” He pointed in the general direction of Jessica, ignoring her questioning eyes.

“Not at all.”

Chris slipped down the hall to the bedroom and Jessica followed.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He reached into the closet and pulled out her fur coat. “You’re gonna need this.” He handed her the coat and grabbed his long wool coat. Turning, he rifled through his suitcase until he pulled out the two wrapped jewelry boxes and slid them into his pocket. “I’m giving you your wedding gifts a day early.”

She smiled, getting the hint loud and clear and pulled out the two gifts from her, leaving the necklace the kids picked out in her suitcase. “Where are we going?” she asked again.

“It’s a surprise.” He took her by the elbow and escorted her into the living room again. “Don’t give your sister a hard time,” Chris said and looked directly at CJ. “Understand?”

“Yeah, Daddy.”

They gave hugs and kisses to the boys and as Chris passed Eric, he ruffled his hair out of habit.

“Come on man, I’m almost eighteen.” Eric knocked his hand away.

“Yeah, but you’ll always be the little boy who saved my sorry butt.” Chris smiled at him. “That will never change.”

“Whatever,” Eric said to his soon-to-be stepfather.

“Eric saved you?” CJ looked up at his father.

Chris nodded and headed out with Jessica for the surprise date with his fiancée. They left the building all bundled up against the mid-February air and he hailed a cab. He gave an address to the driver and leaned back, smiling. They pulled up next to the marina and Chris paid the driver, holding the door and helping Jessica out of the car. A seventy-five foot yacht sat on the dock with white Christmas lights wrapped around the deck and a man in Captain’s garb approached them.

“Mr. Ryan?”

“Yes.”

“This way
, please.” He escorted them to the yacht and helped Jessica board.

“The cabin is all set for you sir.” He opened the door and waved them inside, but did not follow.

A gas fireplace burned in the corner and rose petals covered the floor, giving the room a sweet rose tang with an underlying hint of vanilla courtesy of dozens of candles. But the centerpiece drew her eyes: a lush round bed flanked by an extra long nightstand holding strawberries, champagne glasses and a chilled bottle of champagne. Alongside the strawberries sat a silver bowl full of whipped cream.

Chris took her coat and draped it on the chair, peeling his off as well before crossing to the sound system, pressing the play button and soft music piped through the room. He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her, taking a steadying step when the boat pulled forward, beginning their evening cruise around Manhattan.

“Surprise.”

She surveyed the room, her heart pounding with rejuvenated adoration and her gaze lingered on the strawberries and whipped cream before turning toward the windows, the city lights trailing in every direction. “Wow. How long do we have?”

“As long as you want. When we go up on deck, that’s when they’ll head back.”

“Ah.” She smiled at him. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”

He grinned and tugged her shirt over her head, glancing toward the strawberries. “Ten years ago I made a sorry attempt to seduce you. This time, I want to do it right. This time I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

She melted in his arms, the overwhelming joy and underlying anticipation tingled through every skin cell and she blinked back the thin film of tears. His eyes, his words, his hands owning her and she whispered, “Oh
, Ty.”

He undressed her, leaving only her bra and underwear for the moment. “Just one more thing,” he said and went over to his coat. He pulled a box and brought it to her. “Your first wedding gift.”

She slid her fingernail under the shimmering gold paper, daintily peeling it away from the blue velvet box. Before she opened it, she caught a quick glance at his face. He grinned like their four-year-olds on Christmas morning. She opened the lid and her hand fluttered to her mouth. Brilliant diamonds sparkled from the crushed velvet, more diamonds than she had ever seen and she raised her eyes to him. “My God, Chris, it’s beautiful,” she whispered and he took the diamond eternity necklace out, clasping it around her neck.

“Not nearly as beautiful as the neck it sits on,” he said and smiled, sweeping her in his arms and placing her on the bed. Stripping off her bra and underwear, he took a seat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers from her neckline to her belly button and sighed. When he looked back in her eyes, he smiled. “Smoldering yet?”

“Oh yeah,” she said, her skin breaking out in a rash of goose pimples as he picked up the first strawberry, putting it to her mouth and she wrapped her lips around the sweet fruit, biting the bulk of it and leaving only the stem in his hand.

A hint of a dimple appeared in his cheek and his eyes positively sparkled, more so than the diamonds gracing her neck. She swallowed the treat and licked her lips watching him toss the top onto the tray and dip the next one in the whip
ped cream.

Chris barely touched her lips with the strawberry, leaving a hint of cream on them and then he ran the strawberry down the side of her neck, leaving a thin path of white. He bit into the strawberry and put it back on the tray and leaned over to kiss her. She turned her head grinning and trembling and he paused, letting a soft chuckle escape.

That chuckle thrilled her as much as the heat of his tongue riding the length of the whipped cream trail, gently removing it from her skin. Heat that spread over her body, pooled between her legs.

“I don’t know if I can hold out as long as I did the first time,” he said and picked up the next strawberry with a shaky hand. “Hell, I still don’t know how I walked away from you then.”

Jessica just smiled. She was the last person to answer that question; she herself had almost given in to her desire in the same situation a lifetime ago, chained to a mattress in that cold concrete room with a much different man running strawberries and whipped cream over her skin. She wondered if they would be here, now, and so in love if she had given in to his whims.

“I’d like to think so.” He dipped another strawberry in the cream and ran i
t in between her breasts before offering it to her. Leaning over, he licked the cream off her skin, slowly, deliberately, creating an inferno in her aching pussy. The heat aided by the spread of his lips into his signature smile.

“Tell me you want me.”

She laughed and shook her head. Not yet, oh no, she wanted to draw this pleasure out. She wanted the seduction. She wanted his tongue buried in her pussy and she wanted to see him lose control first.

He raised an eyebrow and dipped his finger into the bowl, bringing a healthy dollop of whip
ped cream to her nipples, tracing the hard nubs before letting her suck the sweet confection from his finger. He leaned over, licking the cream from each breast, lingering on her nipples, flicking, nipping, and sucking.

Tendrils of pleasure ran from each breast, sending her heart into the frantic mating beat that echoed between her legs.

He moved onto the bed, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. Anticipation of his touch, sent tremors down her spine and his blue eyes penetrated her, his grin widened, deepening the dimples in his cheek. His cream-dipped finger traced a line from knee to inside her hip, cool followed by lightning heat of his tongue. The slow progression toward her pussy produced a sweet wetness, an aching for him to finish this slow madness and just fuck her. He repeated the motion with her other leg and she audibly sighed, shivering with her arms pinned above her.

He took a moment to explore her belly button with his tongue, the depths, the shape, the trembling skin surrounding it, ending with a wet kiss before he met her gaze. “God I love you,” he whispered and the repeat seduction changed direction from the original. Instead of crawling up her body and gently kissing her like he did ten years ago, he kissed a line straight to her clit.

What he did with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, shot her into overdrive and she arched into each wet rush he elicited. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, she yearned to feel his cock inside her, his body pressed to hers. “Please, please, dear God, please fuck me,” she whispered.

Chris continued his erotic feast and peeled off his clothing. Moments later, he trailed kisses up her stomach, lingering for a moment on her chest, and then to her lips. The tongue dance nothing compared to his hard cock sliding inside her dripping pussy and she moaned under his mouth, their hips circling as lazily as their tongues, Chris controlling his passion and
she reveling in hers.

He lost control for a moment, riding hard and fast, a line of sweat forming on his forehead and then he stopped.

“Don’t stop!”

Closing his eyes, he exhaled and chuckled. “Almost got me, but not quite.” He opened his eyes and grinded with slow hip circles, smiling down at her pleading eyes. “Say it,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered and yanked him to her lips, kissing him with abandon. His familiar game setting her into overdrive. “Faster,” she gasped when she came up for air.

He laughed. “Beg,” he said and continued his slow seductive pace.

“You are driving me crazy. Please.”

He pulled out, and slammed his full length into her, his grin widening. “Like that?”

“God, yes!”

Moving deliberately, he repeated the slow hard strokes and each time her body responded, shuddering, coming, causing her to cry out with the power he had over her. Before him, she couldn’t imagine ever loving so completely, so deeply, like he was a part of her but now he owned her, mind, body and soul.

They matched motion for motion, movement for movement, hip thrust for hip thrust, creating a pleasure so surreal that for a moment she thought she was dreaming. He chuckled and she opened her eyes, staring into the bright blue irises, into his soul.

“This isn’t a dream,” he said smiling down at her, glea
ning her thoughts.

“If it is, I never want to wake up,” she said, her voice hoarse from exertion. “Now roll.”

Dimples appeared and he rolled, adjusting so they lay in the center of the round bed and his hands grasped her waist. She smiled at the slightly wet edges of his hair and the sex-crazed gleam in his eyes and sat up, circling her hips and stretching her arms in the air, his hands exploring her torso, her breasts, her waistline. Sensual brushes against her damp skin, creating a masterpiece of heat.

She glanced around at the steamed windows, watching small droplets of water slice through the fog and smiled before returning her attention to him. Grabbing his wrists, she pinned them by his head, taking control of the pace and riding him hard until the orgasm consumed her, ripping a cry of pleasure from her chest.

Shuddering with aftershocks, she kissed him, slowing her hip movement and catching her breath. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered as she pulled away from him.

“You. All I’ve ever wanted is you.” He wrapped his arms around her and took the reins, rolling and pulling her legs into a split-level, frantically slamming his hips to hers. Arching, he cried her name, “Jessie!”

The force of his load triggered another orgasm and Jessica shook with it, repeating oh, God, oh, God, oh God until the trembling subsided. Out of all the times they made love over the past ten years, tonight was by far the ultimate in sensual satiation and when he unthreaded his arms from her legs, she wrapped them around his, the two intertwined like a human pretzel.

“Jesus, woman, that was amazing.” Chris propped himself on his elbows and stared down at her, the silly smile plastered on his lips and his eyelids at half-mast. He rolled off her and stretched on the bed next to her, closing his eyes for the moment. “Give me a second and I’ll be good for another round.”

“Okay. In the meantime...” she trailed off and slid off the bed, crossing to her coat and pulled out the box containing his chain. She crawled over him, straddling his lap. “Your wedding gift.”

He leaned on one elbow and opened the box, smiling at the chain glimmering in the candle light. “I love it,” he said.

Jessica plucked it from the box and clasped it around his neck and the glint of gold resting on his collarbone did exactly what she thought it would, her pussy clenching in response to the sudden swell of heat. She bent, pressing her lips against the skin just below the chain, tasting the salty tinge of his sweat, his musky scent overpowering the rose petals and passion ignited. “I love you,” she said and sat up, twirling her hips, grinding against his resting shaft and he responded, stiffening under her weight.

This time, they moved hard and fast, entwined in a mass of arms and legs, his lips lining the graceful curve of her neck, his teeth nibbling her earlobe, tickling the skin with his short bursts of breath.

“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie,” he whispered. “Oh God, Jessie.”

The sigh that followed accompanied both of them as he fell backwards, dragging her down on the bed with him.