Heels of Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) (13 page)

“I’m about to cum,” I breathed.

“No, Babe. Wait for me,” he strained. I was not going to last too much longer, and I knew what to do to bring him over. I put my lips right up against his ear. “I’m your girlfriend,” I whispered.

“Cricket,” he growled.

“I’m your girlfriend,” I whispered.

I felt the lightness taking over my head and then it worked its way down to Juicy. I pulled him tighter to me and then he came, too. We both sat there in a hot sweat, panting and jerking.

“I love you,” he crooned. I giggled into his ear, and then he pulled back and kissed me. “And you’re going to fall in love with me.”

We both got back into the dark hot shower again. Jyme gave me another T-shirt to sleep in, since my last borrowed one was soaked with sweat. I got my jeans and undies out of the washer. I hung my bra and panties in the laundry room to air dry, and I tossed my jeans into the dryer. We both crawled into the bed underneath the cover.

“Your bed is so soft, and it sucks you in.”

“I promise you this is not the bed I had with her.”

I didn’t say a word and wondered what made him say that.

“Where did you come from that day?” I asked.

“The woods.”

He knew exactly what day I was talking about. “What were you doing?”

“My grandmother had just done a sort of reading on me that day. And I took a walk into the words to clear my head.”

“What did she read from you?”

“She said good fortune and good luck was coming soon. Usually when my Grandmother does a reading, it happens real fast,” he explained.

“How did you end up on the boulder?”

“I always sit there. I just stepped out the trees and sat down like I always do.” We sat in silence for a moment, and he pulled me tighter. “When I called the ranger station back, Charlotte told me your name was Cricket.” He took deep breaths. He was struggling with something, but I didn’t know what exactly. “My people believe in the nature of things, something so small to the human eye means so much to us. As you can see we live a little differently here, and materialistic things are not important. We believe that good fortune and good luck are symbols, and one of those major symbols is crickets.”

“We didn’t meet by accident, did we?” I asked in a whisper.

Jyme kissed my forehead and squeezed me tighter. “I don’t think so.”

Chapter 6

We were meant to be

J
yme woke me early the next morning with kisses. He said he had to go and run a few errands before we left. It was five a.m.; I cursed the morning light. He slid out the bed, and I saw the anaconda had gotten bigger, full length in fact. He had major morning wood, and he paid it no attention. He didn’t even seem to notice that I was shattering into pieces from the sight of the beast. He kissed me again before he left, and then I heard the truck starting in the driveway. He pulled out and headed down the hill.

I got up to use the restroom; I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash on the counter. Since I was all alone, I decided to be nosey. There were two other doors shut down the empty hall. I cracked open the first one I came to, and it looked like a workshop. There were wicker baskets everywhere, and all of the utensils to make them. Rolls of fabric lined up against the walls, and there were workbenches and lamps all over the place. I shut that door and moved further down the hall. I cracked open the last door and was hit in the face with a strong smell of cinnamon. This room obviously belonged to a grandmother. There was a floral comforter with matching pillows, drapes, lamps, and even a robe. There was a dresser full of perfumes on top with no labels on them. A walker and two walking canes sat next to the bed. This bedroom’s bathroom door was open, and I could see the floral influence had seeped in there, too. I pulled the door back shut and went to retrieve my clothes.

I had just won the fight with my jeans over my hips when I heard a knock at the door and sat up. I tried to breath, but the jeans were still fighting me. I unbuttoned them and prayed that the zipper would be strong enough for the both of us. I opened the front door, and there stood Jyme’s mother. Mrs. JJ was holding some dish of some sort. I held the door open for her, and she walked straight to the kitchen. I sat down on one of chairs in the living room and waited. She sat down in the matching chair across from me.

“So you’re answering the door like you’re the woman of house,” she laughed. I didn’t say a word to her; I just stared. I sat both of my feet flat on the floor.

“Well, you two are obviously not having sex because you’re still walking,” she said.

I still said nothing to her. I crossed my arms praying for Jyme to hurry up.

“You should see his father’s; no, you should have seen his GRANDFATHER’S,” she yelled with a loud laugh.

Something inside me shook, and I closed my eyes and turned my head away from her.

“All I can advise is, get an aloe vera plant and coat after every time.”

I stayed silent; I refused to have a sex convo with this woman.

“But poor Elle she suffered the most, she’s just so small framed. Nothing we did helped her. Nothing. But you’re a
bigger
girl, so you may do fine.”

We both sat there in silence, and then she took in a deep breath.

“You know he’s already in love with you if you haven’t figured that out already,” she told me.

“He’s been in love before,” I said.

“SHE SPEAKS!”

“I’m no different than any other girl.”

“Oh, but see, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re independent, you’re plump, you’re smart, you’re gorgeous, you’re an Alpha, but you’re also broken, and you will never truly love him.”

I heard a car door shut outside and pushed out a deep breath of relief. He walked in, and his eyes went straight to mine and then to his mother’s.

“If you said something to piss her off I swear, I’ll cut you off,” he yelled.

I stood, walked over to him, and wrapped my arms around him. “She didn’t say anything.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said.

“Nothing happened, Lil Samson,” she lied.

“I need to get you out of here and away from them,” he said.

“You need to call Loon; he’s been looking for you,” she said.

“Shut up!” He yelled back at her. I touched the side of his face and our eyes met for a moment. He kissed me on my forehead and then he pulled me with him. He started towards the hall where the phone was.

“Jyme,” I whispered. He turned around to face me. He stood there waiting for me to speak.

“I’m okay in there with her; go take care of your business. I mean she hasn’t killed me yet.” I said to him jokingly.

He gave me a small smile then he nodded at me and I turned and went back into the front room with her. He went into the hall and used the phone mounted up against it.

Mrs. JJ went into the kitchen and came back with a pile of something on a saucer with a biscuit.

I looked at the saucer and shook my head. “I don’t want it.” After I spoke, I realized I was being rude and was acting like a little kid.

“It’s just a sausage casserole,” she snapped.

“I’m not hungry,” I said.

“Well, at least eat the biscuit.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“It’s just a damn biscuit,” she growled.

Now I knew where Jyme got his growling technique. I pulled the biscuit off the saucer, and she grinned at me. This biscuit was not going anywhere near my mouth.

He walked back into the kitchen, and she handed Jyme the saucer with another biscuit on top of it. He held the phone in one hand and started eating.

Well, I guess she had been feeding him all his life, and she probably wouldn’t kill him. But I didn’t think that rule applied for me. Jyme ate that stuff on that saucer, all the while still on the hallway phone.

Mrs. JJ stepped into the grandma’s bedroom and shut the door behind her. I went to the restroom, crumbled that biscuit into a thousand pieces and flushed it down the toilet. I washed my hands once, then twice, then three times.

Jyme hung up the hallway phone and told me he was ready to go. Then, he said he’d be right back; he needed to go next door and tell his grandmother goodbye. I went into his bedroom to get my jacket and now-dead cell phone. Mrs. JJ stood in the hallway staring at me. I knew she was looking at me, but I paid her no mind.

“You said he’s been in love before and that you were no different than any other girl. He has never missed a day of work for anyone. Loon thought something had happened to him and that he was dead somewhere. That is how I know he is in love, and that is why you are different. He never loved Elle like that; she was just his entertainment. And you’re his life and soul.”

Jyme opened the front door, and Mrs. JJ walked towards the front room. We left right after that, and Mrs. JJ’s words made my blood turn cold. I looked over at Jyme in the driver’s seat, and he smiled. I wondered who would break who first, would I him or would he me. This strong, sexy, trustworthy man was going to make a permanent dent or be a beautiful addition to my heart.

I made it to my first assignment in plenty of time. I really needed to focus on my tasks for the day and push Jyme way to back burner. I had been over absorbed with him, and it was starting to show. I looked drained and my eyes didn’t have their normally sparkle like usual. I felt sluggish and I longed to hear his voice and feel his touch. I missed his arms around me and I wanted to taste him on my tongue. I had to snap out of it and get a better grip on my grounds. If this is how addicts feel, I know why they relapse.

I walked into the shop and was greeted immediately by a cheerful face. I ordered a latte and blueberry scone; she offered to up sell me, and I took the bait. The shop was not that busy, but the drive thru was booming. It was so warm and clean, maybe the cleanest I had seen.

I decided to pull my laptop out and sit for a spell. Beyoncé sung from my phone, and I grinned from ear to ear.

“Hi there,” I chimed.

“Hi there.”

“What are you doing?”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Stuff I need to do.”

“You’re impossible,” I laughed.

“Can you do lunch?”

“Why do you keep feeding me? I need to lose some weight so I can get out of these double-digit jeans. That will never happen if I keep hanging out with you.” I joked.

“Why would you want to lose weight, and I wear double digit jeans.”

“Guys jeans don’t count; your double digit jeans are really a single digit, according to the women’s law.”

“Whatever. Are we doing lunch?” he asked.

“Sure,” I sighed. I laughed into the phone and grinned at his voice. “So what extravagant restaurant shall we visit today?
And will we be close to the water?
”

“What was that?”

“That was my British accent; it comes out sometimes. And I-AM-NOT-ASHAMED-TO-ADMIT-IT.”

“You’re weird,” he said with a laugh.

“And you’re sexy.” We both sat there in silence.

“I love you,” he said.

I sat there frozen. What was I to say if I didn’t feel the same?

“Cricket?”

“I’m sorry. I need to go. Text me the address for lunch.” I disconnected the line before he could respond.

The cheerful face appeared in front of me. “Excuse me, we just got these samples in, and I see you enjoyed your scone.”

I looked down and realized someone had stolen my scone right off the table. Then, I wiped my mouth and realized I was the thief.

“Would you like to try one of our new cheesecake treats?” she asked.

I nodded.

And she placed one on a napkin in front of me. “Now if you like them, you will have to come here to get some more. We’re the only store in the
WORLD
that’s serving these. We’re kind of like the companies guinea pigs.”

“Thank You” I said. She walked away and asked the table next to me if they were interested.

My phone beeped, and I checked the text message. Jyme had texted me the address and nothing else.

I texted him back. “See you at 12:30.”

He never responded.

At 12:30, I walked into The Purple Café and Wine Bar, and the hostess approached me. I told her I was meeting someone, and she guided me through the restaurant. I saw Jyme and pointed towards him. She grinned at me with a thumbs up. “Good choice.”

He stood and held my chair out. He wore a cream, long-sleeve Henley unbuttoned, denim jeans, and brown boots with a brown jacket hanging over his chair. Jyme was a very well-dressed man, and he had the body to wear damn near anything. He gave me a quick peck on my lips and sat back down. He just sat there and stared at me, not saying a word.

I picked up the menu and tried to use it as a wall against him. I chuckled and coughed, trying to hold back my grin. I ordered the Champagne Battered Alaskan Halibut; Jyme ordered the Seared Hanger Steak.