The Lover's Surrender (No Exceptions) (13 page)

With a
sudden eagerness I had grown to love about him, he heaved me up. A shudder of
the good kind traveled through me at the thought of him filling me. Whatever
his plans were, I had high hopes for them and couldn’t wait for him to get
started.

There was
no denying.

 
Jett was my weakness.

This sexy
god was my undoing.

He dipped
one finger inside me, sending a pulsing sensation to my core.

My head
began to spin.

“Wet,” he
whispered in my ear before kneeling between my parted thighs.

 
“Is this really a good idea?” I
whispered, my gaze scanning the empty garage.

“Since when
are you opposed to public sex?” Jett asked, his hot breath tickling my skin.
“If it helps, everyone’s been instructed not to come down here before five.”

His hand
moved behind my back, and his tongue slipped into my sex, begging me—no,
demanding that I play along. His mouth captured me, his lips firm and yet soft,
knowing well what they were doing. My skin tingled. My body trembled. The
arousal he had ignited in me returned with full force. Leaning back, I lifted
my hips to grant him better access.

“Oh God,
Jett,” I whispered when he pushed in a second finger.

My words
seemed to please him because an instant later his tongue began to flick my clit
faster.

I started
to tense.

“Don’t
come.” That was all he whispered, stopping. My mouth was still tingling from
his kiss, my breathing came ragged, and my body was on fire, shuddering with
delight.

“What’s
wrong?” I asked wearily when he straightened.

“It just
hit me.” He brushed a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. “I’m addicted to
you.”

It was my
turn to raise my eyebrows. “Is that your third sorry?”

“No.” He
shook his head. “There’s nothing like the feeling of wanting someone so much
you have to possess them. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you weak for me.”
The way he emphasized each word made me believe everything he said. I bit my
lips as his magnificent erection poked my belly, the motion sending shivers of
apprehension through me. As if sensing my need, Jett laughed darkly.

“Now I’m
not going to deny it, woman. This is my favorite part,” he whispered as his
erection began to rub against my pulsing entry. And then, with one determined,
sensual stroke, he pushed into me.

My breath
hitched as he moved deeper, filling me, stretching me.

My hips
began to move, rising to meet his thrusts, opening myself up to the pleasure
only he could give me.

“Oh, God,”
I moaned again as my body began to shake from the sheer pleasure of being
filled. I grabbed the edge of the car’s hood, more for support than need. Waves
of desire shook me, carrying me to new heights.

With a fast
push, he hit the deepest point…and stopped.

My eyes
fluttered open, my gaze fighting to see through the hazy curtain before me.

It was then
that I realized Jett was going to torture me. He wasn’t going to let me come
easily.

I winced.
Casting my gaze to him, I began to plead because pleading was the only tactic
that ever worked on him.

“Jett,
please,” I whispered. “Don’t do this.”

He grinned.
“Do what?”

“Do I have
to spell it out?” I swallowed. “You make me want you.”

“Doesn’t
sound bad to me, considering you’re leaning against a very expensive car.”

Which so
happened to be Kenny’s.

“Don’t
stop, leaving me all frustrated.” I sighed again, hating to plead. “Don’t be a
jerk. You know what I mean.”

“I already
said sorry for being one.”

I grimaced.
“You can’t say sorry for something you haven’t done yet. If you do, you’re not
really sorry for doing it. It’s called being mean.”

He let out a
sexy laugh. “No, I wouldn’t call it mean. Mean is when I do this.” He pulled
out of me and stepped back, his full erection glistening with my moisture.

I stared at
him, disappointed and desolate. And so very empty. At the worst of times, I
felt overly sensitive.

Seriously, Stewart! Don’t let him get to you.

But it was
too late.

I was
already too deep in his game.

“Why did
you even bother starting?” I jumped down from the hood and pulled up my skirt
to cover my nakedness. “This is the last time I let you fuck me.”

His hands
grabbed mine. With a chuckle, he spun me around until my back was pressed
against his hard abs.

“Because I
like you wet and bothered, that’s why,” he whispered, his tongue trailing the
contours of my ear.

“You’re
such a jerk. Like a double jerk. You did it on purpose!” I tried to push myself
away from him, but he didn’t bulge, his arms pinning me in place.

“That I
am.” He let out a laugh as he lifted my skirt again. My back pressed against
him, I shivered at his touch. I glanced at his hand spreading my legs wide
open, spreading the moisture, spreading my desire. I moaned, silently begging
him for more, cursing at the way he circled my clit with expert strokes.

Desire
started to burn through me again.

“What can I
say?” he whispered. “I just love it when you’re wet. It makes me feel like you
need me.”

I shook my
head, my body shivering from demand. He had started a fire he needed to stifle.

How far
would I go to satisfy my own needs?

Even though
my anger was still bubbling inside, I knew I would willingly surrender.

I always
did.

Slowly, I
turned to face him. “Well, I do need you.”

“Well, I
need you, too. Maybe more than I’d ever admit.”

Before I
could utter another word, his lips crashed down on mine. My pulse raced, and my
body trembled as he slowly entered me again. I closed my eyes, enjoying him
inside me and his skin against mine until I could feel myself letting go,
climaxing with an intensity I thought I’d never know again. Before the last
rush of release could leave, Jett came inside me.

Inspecting
myself in the mirror in the basement bathroom, I tied up my hair when I heard
footsteps behind me. I kept my back turned to him but followed his every move
in the reflection of the mirror.

He was
dressed in a pair of blue jeans that sat low on his hips, the fluorescent light
accentuating his bare chest and hard muscles. No matter where he was, Jett
always managed to look like he was ready to pose for a playgirl magazine.

“Hey.” He
handed me the clean clothes I had left behind when we had sought safety and
shelter with Jett’s former gang. “Thought you might want to put this on. Not
that I don’t prefer you naked, but it’s getting cold.”

His
beautiful green eyes shimmered mischievously.

“Thanks.”
Under his heated gaze, I slipped into the underwear and jeans. We had been
dating for a few months, but he was still making me nervous whenever he looked
at me. Now that I was pregnant, I could see the changes happening to my body.

If they
were so obvious to me, they most certainly were to him, too.

He must
have sensed my discomfort, because he stepped behind me and whispered in my
ear, wrapping his arms around me, “You’re beautiful. And you smell so good.”
His lips touched my skin gently. “You always do.”

“Wait until
I reach my second trimester. I’ll be as big as a balloon with stretch marks as
large as the Grand Canyon.”

It was
meant to be a joke, if only my tone didn’t sound so earnest.

“All the
more reason to love you. Every scar, every stretch mark will show the journey we’ve
covered together and remind me where we have been and how much I’ve loved you
along the way. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered and turned me
around to face him. “Brooke, I very much look forward to that day.”

“Quite the
gentleman you are. And probably a liar.” I slipped on my shirt and turned back
to the mirror. My gaze traveled to my toiletries bag. A cold lump settled
inside my stomach as I thought of Gina’s makeup.

“Anyway,
I’ve decided to burn her things,” I said casually as I applied some lipstick.
“I don’t think we’d find any fingerprints, so let’s get rid of the bags, like
you wanted.”

“Okay.”

I met his
gaze in the reflection. There was no smile on his lips. No satisfaction in his
eyes. “Is that all you’re going to say?” I asked.

“What do
you want me to say?” he asked.

I shrugged.
“How about great? Thanks for going along with my plan.”

“I already
told you I’m fine with whatever you decide.”

I turned
around slowly, eyeing him up and down. His eyes remained pinned on me, but his
face had turned expressionless. After our previous argument, I thought he’d be
pleased that I was agreeing with him. Heck, I would have bet on it.

That he
didn’t seem to care confused me. His hand was still on my hip as he opened his
mouth then closed it again, as if he wanted to say something but decided
against it. Eventually, he heaved a sigh, and his shoulders dropped. Leaning
against the tiled wall, he seemed tired, as though everything was finally
catching up with him.

I narrowed
my eyes, suddenly uncomfortable.

Jett was
known for his secretiveness and unwillingness to talk, but now he looked
uncertain, almost as if he was having second thoughts about burning possible
evidence.

“We could
still hide it, if you’ve changed your mind,” I said. “Either way, I’d be fine
with it. Just let me know what you want.”

 
“Will you forgive me?” His question
caught me off guard. His expressionless mask was gone, and in its place, I
found something else.

Something I
couldn’t pinpoint.

Here he
was, half-naked, the emotions in his expression exposed, his haunted eyes and
perfect features too beautiful for his own good.

I narrowed
my eyes, knowing he was done with our previous topic of conversation.

Fuck, I had
no idea what the hell he was talking about. But the sudden mood swing sure had
me worried.

“What is
there to forgive, Jett?” I asked nonchalantly.

“The last
few days.” He smiled gently. “Some plans didn’t go as I imagined.”

I let out
the breath I didn’t know I was holding as I realized Jett was back on memory
lane.

“Well, welcome
to the club.” I laughed. “Nothing ever goes the way I want. It’s like a cold or
something, except I can’t ever seem to get rid of it. Maybe you caught it from
me.”

He shook
his head slowly. “It’s not just that. I wanted to call you, to see you, but I
thought you needed your space, so I gave it to you.”

“Space?” I
scoffed and flicked my hand. “I got plenty of space the last few weeks, when
you told me you had to work. I don’t think there was ever a time when I needed
you more than I did in the past few days.”

“So did I.”
With one step, he closed the distance between us until I could feel his breath
on my lips. His voice dropped to a whisper as his hand cupped my face. “I still
do, Brooke. I just wish…” he trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

“What?”

“I wish I
hadn’t lied.”

I shrugged.
“You didn’t really lie, though, did you? You had your reasons, and like I said,
I chose to believe you. And if you want to burn everything, I’m with you.” I
let the words linger in the air until a thought occurred to me. “Is that the
third thing you’re sorry for?”

“No.” He
laughed, and then he fell silent again. “No, it isn’t. I’m afraid there’s one
lie I left out, and that’s the one I’m really sorry about. It has nothing to do
with Gina.”

My smile
died on my lips.

He hadn’t
said that something was bothering him, but I
knew
something was going on because he had that mysterious air
about him and he was getting all deep on me.

Something’s bothering him, and now he’s getting
weird about it, Stewart.

If I didn’t
get him to tell me straight away, he’d shut down soon, the way he always did.
My heart lurched at the sudden realization.

“What is
it?” I asked.

He wet his
lips carefully, a nervous glint flickering in his eyes. “My jacket. There’s
something in my pocket you need to see. I don’t think you’ll like it.”

His tone
had me so worried my heart gave another jolt.

“Jett?” I
prompted.

“I’m sorry.
You have to look for yourself.”

What now?

My pulsed
spiked as I turned on my heels. With quick strides, I reached the garage in no
time. I didn’t even look to see if Jett was following behind. I had to know
what could be so important that Jett would lie and fret about it.

The jacket
was still where Jett had left it—on Kenny’s car.

Oh. My. God.

How much
more could I handle?

“What did
you do?” I asked as my fingers slipped into the pocket, afraid of what it might
be.

It was
hard. And kind of small.

When I
pulled it out, I gasped.

It was a
black velvet box.

And that
could only mean one thing.

“I’m
sorry.” Those words were the first and last he whispered before the world as I
knew it changed.