Disillusioned (Swept Away, #2)(62)
“What?” I moaned as he slid into me from behind. “I thought you wanted to see my eyes when I came?”
“I’ll watch your face again in a moment. For now, I want you to feel every inch of me inside of you. I want to f*ck you so hard and deep that you won’t ever forget me.”
“Faster!” I screamed as he made his pace more deliberate.
“Nope.” He moved even slower, sliding his cock in and out at the pace of a snail before pushing himself in hard right at the end.
“Jakob,” I whimpered as my body tingled all over. “Please.”
“Please?” He laughed and pulled my hair back. “Kiss me,” he commanded, and I turned my face so that he could claim my mouth. Then he pulled all the way out of me and licked his lips before entering me again slowly. “Hold on to the sheets.” He chuckled and then increased his pace, so that his cock was flying in and out of me.
“Ooh!” I screamed as I felt myself taken to the top of the cliff. “I’m coming!” I screamed again as I gripped the sheets tightly, cascades of pleasure rippling through my body. “Oh, Jakob.”
“Bianca.” He grunted as he continued slamming into me, then I felt his body shuddering as he exploded inside me. He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to me and pulled me into his arms. I stared into his face and closed my eyes, my body feeling exhausted as I cuddled up next to him.
“End act one, scene one.” He groaned as he kissed me hard.
“What do you mean?”
“This is where I’d end the scene.” He groaned. “This is where I’d end the entire play.”
“What play?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head and chuckled.
“Who are you, Jakob Bradley?” I asked him quietly. “What’s your story?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been thinking about something and it’s been bothering me for a while.”
“What’s that?” He leaned on his elbow and stared at me.
“You said your mom was a maid for the Bradleys.”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“You said your mom refused to take money from your dad.”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“George the doorman knew your mom, and he recognized me because of my mom.”
“Yes.” Jacob’s eyes narrowed.
“Which means that you grew up here. My mom died when I was young, so your mom lived here for a long time. How did she afford it? Where did she get the money?” I looked at his face carefully, but his expression never changed.
“I guess Bradley must have given her money after all?” He shrugged.
“So he wasn’t that bad to her then, was he?”
“Well, they were in love for a while.” He shrugged. “Maybe he gave it to her as a parting gift, before he married someone else.”
“Yes, maybe.” I nodded, thinking back to Larry’s comment. You can’t trust Jakob Bradley. I hated to doubt him again after everything and especially because of what Larry had said, but things still weren’t adding up.
“Why did you even think of that?” he asked me softly, his fingers running up and down my arm.
“Not sure.” I jumped up, suddenly uncomfortable with my own thoughts and doubts. “I should shower.”
“I’ll join you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” He smiled sweetly. “Isn’t that what couples do? Shower together?”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“We’re in this together, Bianca.” He came up behind me and his arms encircled my waist. “It’s you and me, kid.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. Oh, how I wanted to believe that.
“Let’s go see Larry’s wife now.” I rubbed my body dry and stared at Jakob’s reflection in the mirror. “I want to see if there’s anything else she didn’t tell me before.”
“Sure, I think that’s a good idea.” He nodded and licked a drop of water off the back of my neck. “But we have to be smart about it. This could be a setup. There has to be a reason Larry wants us to go see her. We need to remember that whatever she says might be for show—but she could know more than she’s been letting on. Maybe she knows the real truth behind everything. If she does, then we’re going to try our damnedest to figure it out.”
“I hope so.” I walked into the bedroom. “And I need to call Rosie—she must be worried about me.”
“When do I get to meet her?”
“Soon.” I thought about Rosie meeting Jakob. She was going to think I was crazy to be dating the man that had kidnapped me, and I couldn’t blame her.
“You don’t want her to meet me, do you?”
“Well, not right away.” I made a face as I pulled my clothes on. “Maybe when all this is sorted out.”
“She’s your best friend.”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Yet she never called the police when you were gone for a week and she’s been flaking on you since you’ve been back, even though she knows you were kidnapped.”
“Yes.” I sighed. “She thought I left the bar with a guy I’d met and she’s dating this guy and, well, I haven’t been available. . . .” My voice trailed off as I realized how weak my explanation sounded.