Johnny Blue (15 page)

“
Charise
, this is Jewel.”

I looked at
Jonnny
, waiting for some type of identifier to go with that.
Girlfriend, friend, lover?
Stupid
- country-
naïve
-
idiot
?

The woman’s eyes raked over me then her head snapped to Johnny. “So
this
is what you went away to do?
To
slut around?
This is your so called
‘get my head together’?
”
She stretched a slender arm toward me with perfectly manicured nails. She was like a real life Barbie
and I was one hell of a fool, standing there, realizing nothing—
nothing—
was what it seemed. I swallowed down the urge to cry and vomit in one breath.

Why.

That was all I could think.

Like you ever deserved any better than heart ache
you bitch
.
You deserve worse.

“Tell her Johnny. Tell her who I am.” She jerked her head toward me. “I’m his f
i
ancé. Bet he forgot to mention that little bit, didn’t he?”

“
Were
my fiancé.
When I left, it was
over,
you knew that, n
ow leave.
I
t’s been over for two years, and it’s still over.”

She gasped. “That’s not what you said the last time we shared a bed.”

“I was drunk.”

She laughed once. “Wow.” She jerked back to me, those bright green eyes punc
h
ing me in the chest. She gave a half smirk. “For a drunk, he sure knew how to suck my pussy until I screamed his name.”

My jaw hardened as the acid boiled in my stomach
and the pain stole my breath
. I focused my gaze on the door jamb, just wanting her to leave
, wanting to disappear
. Wanting him to leave
, w
anting to be gone
forever
,
no, wanting to
die
.

“Leave
Charise
.” Johnny’s voice was low.
Sad?
For what?
Cause I found out, no doubt.

She stormed off, her perfect gold heels clicking on the glass
y
onyx floor. “This isn’t over Johnny.”

Him
and I both didn’t move. Not until the door shut behind her.

“Jewel.”

I spun away from the tone in his voice. Soft, begging. Smooth talking devil. I walked blindly to the giant king sized bed and
sat,
head barely shaking, numb.

Engaged.

That
was
…just like married.

His feet suddenly filled my vision
that I’d
locked on thick white carpet. “Jewel, we’re not
engaged,
I broke it off with her two years ago.”

I looked up at him.
He lowered on his knees before me so that we were nearly eye level.
“When?”

“
Two years ago,” he repeated.

“No, w
hen did…did you do…what she said?” I tried hard to breathe around the stak
e
in my chest.

“That was last Halloween
baby
.” His voice was velvety.
“At a masquerade party.
My sister got me drunk and I didn’t know it was her, she wore a mask the entire time, I didn’t know. I did it to officially
prove to her it was
end
ed
.”

I shook my head slowly at him. I could hardly believe my ears. “Is that how you end things
?
Oral sex with another woman?”

“
N
o
, it’s not how I am, please don’t think that.”

I closed my eyes, resisting the images of his mouth on another woman
.
That was
silly,
I knew he wasn’t a virgin.

“She’s obsessed. We were engaged, she fucked around on me, I couldn’t forgive her, but she’s been trying to seduce me into it ever since.”

My gaze snapped to his. “She…she screwed around on you?”

He lowered his head. But before he did, that mysterious pain I’d seen in the depth of his blue eyes many times, flashed. He’d been hurt. He’d…loved her?

A wave of sickness assaulted me at the idea of him loving another woman.
Oh goddamn you stupid girl, get a grip. There
ain’t
nothing
wrong with him loving.
Nothing
.
T
hat’s normal
.

But…did he still?
And d
are I ask?
He met my gaze and the pain was there.
I
n
tense and bare to me.
It stole my breath and melted my anger. “Johnny,” was all I could manage, choked and whispered, longing to make his pain go away.

He placed a hand on either side of my head and searched my eyes. A few s
e
conds and he seemed to find what he looked for
and
it brought his lips crashing on mine with eager fervency. Relief
trembled
on
his breath while
hunger
and
fear
filled his
fingers
, firm
along my neck
, sliding over my shoulders, seeking the flesh beneath the silk.

My own trembling
didn’t much help to
remove the robe,
to
giv
e
him everything he needed. An aching groan accompanied his heavy breath
s
when his hands filled with my breasts. I arched into his touch with a whimper as his thumbs stroked across the erect nipples, holding his face,
anxious to be the woman he saw in me. I’d never been needed this way, desired, wanted. And I’d never felt more fulfilled with such feelings in
my life. His need fulfilled me, gave me purpose, and that purpose lit me on fire with passion.
A passion to live.
Not die.

Our gasps became frantic with the need to touch and feel. We collapsed onto the bed, tasting, licking,
biting
. Our passion shot through the roof and a second later, his cock
be
gan
slamming into me
. He gripped my shoulders and
suck
ed
my neck hard
. With e
very vigorous thrust
, h
is name
rode
on
my
devastated cr
ies as
I h
e
ld on
to my heart and soul feeling like they might burst free
.
His orgasm came fast. He roared
and gasped it
into my shoulder, the sound so wonderful right in my ear. I wrapped my legs around him
, fully aware that he’d not pulled out
.
Again.

When he was done, he dove on my mouth, winded
. He remained inside me until
his
kisses slowly turn
ed
to that
I love you
tender that melted me to the core.
Melted my stupid logic
until t
here I was
,
imagining me, him, and a brood of children, frolicking near our country home on the prairie.

Lord, help me.

Chapter
Ten

Johnny couldn’t stop kissing me as he headed out the door. “No more than an hour. I promise. Be ready for me.” His tongue
surged
into my mouth, explaining what I should get ready for. I whimpered my acknowledgement. “Damn I love when you make that noise.”

I pushed him and laughed. “Go. Hurry back.” I shut
the door
despite his a
t
tempts at one more kiss, giggling. “I’ll cook you something.”
This when the door was shut.

“I’ll eat you.”

I laughed and leaned
my back
against the door, joy pumping through my veins
and bringing an ear to ear grin
.
God, I loved that man.

I flew to the kitchen, wanting to have something cooked for him. Show him what he would have if he kept me. God, I hope
d
he kept me
.
I threw open the fridge and shoved the old feelings away that growled how I didn’t deserve this joy. I’d never guessed anything could overcome that monster, but oh, it did—he did. And like a rabid dog, I wasn’t—couldn’t turn him loose. It was like I’d always dreamed of having him and forgotten all about it.
Until he was there.
Then everything
inside me
remembered and said
,
this is the thing you’ve been wanting and needing all your life
.
Th
is
man right here.

“Hello.”

I spun around with a shriek
, ready to clobber Johnny, but it wasn’t him
.
I
t was a tall dark and handsome guy that look
ed a lot
like him.
Minus the blue eyes.
His were brown. Brother? “You must be the new help?”

“Uh, no, I’m, I’m just a friend.” I turned the fire off the pot on the stove. “And you are?” I fought for casual, but it was hard, seeing as the man just walked right in without knocking and looked at me like an item on a dessert menu. And he was ready to order.

“
You a f
riend of Johnny’s?
”
I opened the fridge. “Would you care for a drink?
Maybe a water, don’t see much else.” I turned and gasped at finding him only a foot away. Okay. Not good. “I’m Johnny’s girlfriend, to be specific.” I swallowed, hoping he got the message. I shut the fridge and froze when he blocked me with both hands on either side of me.

“Girlfriend?
Johnny doesn’t have a girlfriend. He has a fiancé. And I know…” he angled his head and raked his gaze over the black silk robe. “You’re not her.”

Breathe. Don’t panic. He’s just a man. Not a monster. Not my ex. “Well if you know so
much mister
, t
hen you know he’s no longer engaged. Now move out of my way
, I don’t like being crowded
.”

He shoved his body against mine until I groaned under the pressure. I pushed against his arms. He was solid. I panicked and brought up my knee. He twisted his lower body. “Ah
ah
,” he scolded, his breath eager in my face. “Not nice.”

“Please, stop. Johnny’s coming back any second.”

Iron fingers clamped my jaw and he smashed his lips on mine. All I could think was
why? Why is he doing this? Who is he?

A bang startled him and he spun.

Oh God. “Johnny!” I
flew
to him, adjusting the robe
with trembling hands
.

He tore his eyes from the man and
stabbed me with
ice blue orbs
. It was like hi
t
ting a brick wall
.

“You fucking bitch,” he whispered.

I gasped, feeling like I’d gotten punched in the stomach.

He jerked his face to the man and pointed. “I
’
m
so fucking
done with you. You are not my brother, you are not my fucking brother you son-of-a-bitch, you take ever
y
thing I care about!” His voice
roared
with
devastation
then h
e stormed out.

He didn’t even look at me.

I turned to the man
, terrified
, realizing I
was alone with him. He
sauntered
t
o
ward me with a smirk, then
passed me by and
walked right on out.
Job done.

I stood there
numb and shaking, a million voices screaming in my mind.
He thought I was guilty. He thought I wanted that.
His brother.
His brother did this before…with his fiancé!
The realization stole my strength and I hurried to the counter to hold on
.